#Whimsical Winter Blooms

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The summer that was never supposed to end

You’ve probably noticed how in Good Omens 2 Crowley’s eyes are brighter, more saturated, as if glistening with liquid gold. We’ve already covered his hair. And it’s not only the visual aspect of him — even in objectively stressful conditions, Crowley appears mature and put together, way cooler and more protective than before. Even his faults are heavily romanticized in the past and present scenes, reminding of the S1 body swap, when Aziraphale projected his love to him on the way he played the demon in Hell.

It’s not just the demon. The whole season is more vibrant, bolder, filled with sunshine. Just like a summer that was never supposed to end. Like a memory of a loved one seen through the eyes of someone who thinks of them every day until the end of the world.

S2 seems ridiculously saturated, whimsical, and full of red and gold, just like a certain demon. Aziraphale not only painted his bookshop in his image, but literally colored the whole world in Crowley’s colors. It was such lush and saturated and blooming with warmth and hazy light.

It’s either that all the newest events are just another memory seen through a certain angel’s eyes, or said angel actively made it appear this way — as in, his feelings grew so strong that they’ve started to warp the reality around him. And it’s a well-known fact that Aziraphale has a tendency to affect his surroundings, either unconsciously, when his presence in the bookshop literally lightens up the sky seen through its windows, or very much consciously, when he takes over the position of a master puppeteer and manipulates people with or without the help of his miracles.

S1 was more dramatic and apocalyptic, but not particularly gray — at least not as much as the color grading typically used in portrayal of similar apocalyptic narratives. S2, at least as seen through Aziraphale’s own La Vie En Rose lens, is vibrant and saturated. And those colors drastically fade in the heavenly light of the elevator during the credits, suggesting that they won’t be as visible in the course of S3.

But I don’t want to ramble about the apocalypse sandwich and the three-act structure here, so let’s circle back to S2.

Good Omens 2 was really set in a summer that was never supposed to end. But it did, autumn crept in, and there was no chance of hearing the nightingales sing. They all had left by the time an angel and a demon finally kissed.

In the most literal sense: the very last nightingales usually migrate from the UK to their wintering grounds in Sub-Saharan Africa in the first days of September.

Aziraphale was right that nothing lasts forever — and the passage of time on Earth is marked by subtle details invisible to the immortal eyes.

The main thing about autumn migration is how sudden and hard to predict it is. The birds start disappearing gradually, often without notice, until at some point they are no longer here. Much like the angel leaves the bookshop — their shared nest — to spread his wings and fight.

And it was basically announced on the poster.

Can you see the migratory formation of birds up in the sky? It looks like Aziraphale is the last one to get off the ground and fly.

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`•*ੈ💭`‧₊˚— whimsical whites and baby blues | feat. gojo satoru.

* ˚💭‧₊˚ synopsis — satoru thinks its dangerous for you to love him so much but he still can't help but be a little selfish, which scares him. however, you would stop at nothing to keep loving him either, even if it cost you your life.

⚘ word count + genre — 1.13k || hurt/comfort

⚘ warnings — spoilers + set in gojo's past arc, established relationship, a lot of internal monologue, less dialogue + more feels, mentions of death, very self-indulgent, not beta read. || gn!reader.

⚘ notes! — finally getting into writing after a long time and it's my first time writing for gojo! please be kind <33

you never knew that stars could taste like fractured dreams until you kissed him.

on most days, his kisses taste like clear blue skies —whimsical and full of wonder— stealing your breath with the secrets they held. but on other days, they were simple and delightful like clouds of cotton candy, each kiss a swirl of sugary sweetness. sometimes they were akin to cups of hot chocolate on a winter's night, comforting you with an embrace. other times, they tasted like stolen pancakes, crisp at the edges and soft in the centre, dipped in honey as they left a trail of golden warmth in their wake.

but now when your lips touched his, the only thing you could taste were stars so broken they had forgotten how to shine. they tasted like lost ambition, burning desperation and the hopelessness of being left alone yet again. it felt like the pleading of a worshipper whose God had left His shrine; like the silence of a lover who had had his heart broken.

when it came to gojo satoru, he liked to think that no force in the world could ever rival his strength. but this time, he had been brought down to his knees, his heart bloodied and blooming into a bruised flower, all because his God—the light of his life—had stepped over the threshold of his paradise.

even with the weight of the world on his shoulders, satoru loved you as much as you did him, despite death clinging to your lips. but no other feeling could ever compare to what he had for his best friend, geto suguru. and he was gone, taking the keys to the doors he had locked so meticulously with those cursed hands of his, for he believed that gojo could never open them up without him.

"i was starting to get used to the thought that you weren't coming back either," he said, misery sitting heavy on his tongue.

"to be very honest," you said, a small smile pulling the corners of your lips,"i was getting used to it too."

it had been over a month since you were stranded in the nasty domain of the curse you were assigned to exorcize— a hellish paradise you would love to live in had it been a real place, had it not been killing you so slow that you barely ever noticed. hours after you saw through your assignment, you knew of all the things that had transpired in the time you were held off. the assassination of the star plasma vessel, the death of toji fushiguro, geto and his new plan of action— after all, bad news had wings and the winds always favoured them to travel faster.

"i don't think I'll ever get used to this weird feeling," he huffs out, his gaze unfocused, shifting towards the window.

and you, just like always, could no longer tell if his eyes were a reflection of the sky or the sky resided within them. blue, blue, blue— so blue that you could almost see the storm brewing within them. you could tell he was lost in that storm, vulnerability teasing the edges of the surface under which he had buried it.

"what feeling?" you asked quite bluntly, bringing him back to reality.

and those beautiful blue eyes found their way into your weary ones. You would never get over how blue they were or how much you would love to drown in them, until you were that very colour and nothing else was left of you. It was a curious thing to keep guessing how much depth those eyes held and once again your mind was splintered between deciding whether they were more akin to the ocean than the skies.

"the feeling of being left behind like this," he said, the pain behind each word so pronounced that even you could feel it. "it's like almost everyone i'm associated with is always driven to the edge. they distance themselves or just....die. i'm afraid that one of these days, i might cause you to leave as well."

this time, you couldn't help but snicker a little. if you were to count the number of times you made memories with gojo, you'd find that most of them were nightmares. but even in those you could find buds of hope; because nightmares were dreams too. dreams were hopeful little things. and they were the heart's favourite delicacies for which it hungered so relentlessly.

it was a given there was no safe place in the world for people like you. people like you who carried angels within your hearts and demons in your blood, who were often brought down by that which you hunted, who carried battles in your fingertips, in every breath and every heartbeat— there was no place safer than this one for you. it was a daunting thing to love someone in a world like that, where every breath you drew could be your last. but brutal was the heart which fed on love and it would stop at nothing to want more of that feeling.

"there's no way I would ever leave on my own," you said, smiling through your teeth, "even death will be a small price to pay. he pales in comparison to what I have with you, satoru."

"and you, kind of need a hug," you added more as an afterthought to lighten the mood a little.

gojo wasted no time to pull you into him, both his hands snaking around your waist and his face buried in the crook of your neck. he smelled like caramel and citrus as usual, his breath soft and frosty hair tickling your skin.

you knew better than most humans that you did not have all the time in the world. if death wanted you, he would find you even if you tried to hide from him. but for now, it was helpless against the sun inside of gojo. the sun within him didn't shine like early morning warm rays but it burned like wildfire. it burned so golden that it was almost white, scorching your heart in the process. and he still believed that he was safe— safe enough to love you and for you to love as well.

he knew very well that the sun inside him could burn the world, but he still looked at you like you were his undoing, he still held you like he wanted you to love him. and to love him was to face the wildfire inside him— to burn with him.

at that moment, you wish you could have a conversation with death. if you could, then you would look it in the eyes and say something you knew would make death's heart stop.

"if you want me, then find me in the ashes."

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LucienWeek2024 Day Two Fox

Dandelions in the Wind

Word Count: 3900 Rating: GA @lucienweekofficial

Summary: There is an Old Mother's Tale where burning letters would send those words to your mate, wherever and whoever they are. Lucien Vanserra doesn't believe in it but finds comfort in the ritual. Until one day, his letter to Elain goes missing as he asks a fox to deliver his Winter Court missive to Rhys.

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The wind howled as Lucien gazed through the frost-laced window of his room at Kallias’s palace in the Winter Court. An angry snowstorm swirled outside, white and relentless, as he dipped his quill into the inkpot.

Kallias wasn’t happy with the apology or the terms. I explained it was all Amarantha’s doing, that you acted under her command, but he still holds you responsible. After all, it was you who suggested it to her. Viviane’s been more understanding—she’s willing to trade his life for the children’s. I could propose an even exchange of information: access to the Velaris libraries, if you find that agreeable.

Lucien dipped his quill again, then paused. He pressed his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose, searching for another solution. Kallias and Viviane... he liked them both, remembered sneaking out as a youngling to play with them in the snow. But High Lords and Ladies had their roles to play, and duty often took precedence over friendship. It annoyed him—this need for formality, for guarded words and actions.

A soft pulse stirred in the bond, like a gentle tug in the back of his mind. Lucien sighed and pressed a hand to his lower rib, to the place where his thread to Elain began. She didn’t mean to reach out—he knew that. Even when they weren’t speaking, her curiosity sometimes slipped through the bond, unbidden and undeniable.

Elain.

He couldn’t help it, not always, her curiosity slipping through in moments like this. And in response, a strange habit had started, a way for Lucien to expel his excess energy from her gentle prodding.

Elain,

I’m in the Winter Court for emissary business, and it’s as exhausting as you’d imagine. Kallias is being difficult, and Viviane... Well, she’s not exactly helping. I would’ve thought Rhys and Kallias reached an understanding during the High Lords meeting, but it seems that the fallout was only delayed.

But it’s beautiful here, truly. The gardens are a wonder, even in the snow. The camellias are in full bloom, their petals bright against the frost. Frost Lotuses peek through the snow, and I think you’d love it. I can see you tending a garden even in the depths of winter, finding a way to make life flourish in the cold.

He paused, the image of Elain in a winter garden so clear in his mind it felt almost real. He dipped the quill again, letting his thoughts flow.

I hope you’ll remember the fox messengers from the war. Viviane told me they’re more than just adorable in their vests. Apparently, if you ask nicely, they’ll dance after delivering your message. They take their job seriously. I hope you get to see one when Rhys’s report arrives. They’re quite entertaining.

Lucien tapped a finger against his chin, then continued.

The Winter Court is wonderful in its own way. I hope one day you’ll see it for yourself. I’d love to show you that there is beauty in the cold, as Feyre once told me how harsh winters were as a human… if you’d allow me.

There would be a grand dinner, with much more fanfare than the Night Court’s usual affairs. I hope one day you’ll attend as well. It reminds me of the elegant balls you’re accustomed to, though with a different charm. Hewn City may have its own allure, but this is something else entirely. It’s more whimsical than the gothic grandeur of Hewn City—a celebration of starlit snowfields and glittering frost, where beauty is found in every frozen breath.

Until then, know that you are in my thoughts, wherever I go.

Forever yours,L.

Lucien folded the letter carefully, his fingers lingering on the paper’s edges before slipping it into an envelope. He planned to burn it later, offering the smoke to the wind, like in the old Mother’s tale. They said the ashes would carry the message to your mate wherever they are, delivering your words in their dreams. He didn’t really believe it—but there was comfort in the thought, in the quiet hope that some part of his words might still reach her.

He set the envelope aside and returned to his report for Rhys. A quick note—just a line or two asking for guidance—before sealing it with his official mark.

Lucien rose from the desk and stretched, his gaze drifting to the window. The storm was still raging, snow whipping violently across the frozen landscape. For a moment, he imagined how Elain must have lived in that tiny, drafty cottage, relying on whatever Feyre could bring back from her hunts.

He’d heard bits of the story from Feyre—the endless hunger, the cold that seeped through every corner—and he felt a pang of sympathy, imagining how powerless Elain must have felt, caring for her ailing father in such bleak conditions. He couldn’t help but admire the quiet resilience that Elain’s father had spoken of so highly.

The clock chimed, marking the hour and reminding him that it was nearly time for dinner. Lucien frowned, wondering how he could get his missive delivered in weather like this.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, a white fox appeared before him as if conjured from thin air, its embroidered vest gleaming under the soft fae lights. It sat tall and proud, bushy tail curled neatly over its paws, and fixed him with an unblinking, almost expectant stare.

“Aren’t you professional,” Lucien muttered, quirking an eyebrow.

The fox blinked slowly, as if to acknowledge the compliment.

Lucien tilted his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. “May I see you dance?”

Without hesitation, the fox rose onto its hind legs and began hopping from side to side, its movements surprisingly graceful for something so small. Lucien couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Yeah,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Elain will love you.”

At that, the fox let out a high-pitched gekker and spun in a quick circle, chasing its own tail before resuming its little dance.

Lucien raised an eyebrow, turning back to the desk. “I have an important letter,” he said. “Can you deliver it?”

The fox sneezed, as if mildly offended by the question, then leapt onto the desk, as if to say I know my job. Before Lucien could stop it, the fox grabbed the envelope in its teeth, hopped down and, with an impressive twist, tucked it neatly into the small pouch on its vest.

Lucien crossed his arms, a smirk tugging at his lips as the fox stretched its front legs in what looked like an exaggerated bow. “Alrighty,” he sighed, rolling his eyes. “Off you pop.”

He turned back to his desk, ready to begin his ritual of burning the unsent letter to Elain. But as his hand reached for the second letter, his stomach dropped. The letter to Elain was gone.

No. No, no, no.

His mind raced, retracing his steps. He hadn’t misplaced it—he was certain. And then the realization hit him, cold and sharp, like a bucket of ice water.

From down the hall, the faint tap of paws on stone echoed, growing fainter by the second. Lucien’s gaze snapped to the doorway. The fox was trotting away, its tail swishing merrily, both letters bouncing at its side like trophies.

“Come back here!” Lucien shouted, his heart pounding as he bolted after it.

The fox paused just long enough to toss him a smug look over its shoulder, then darted away. Lucien cursed under his breath, feet pounding against the floor. He was fast, but the fox was faster, darting around corners, its gekkering echoing back at him.

Lucien nearly slipped as he rounded a sharp corner, catching only a glimpse of the fox’s bushy tail vanishing from sight.

“Stop!” he yelled, but the creature only looked back again, taunting him with those sharp, glinting eyes.

It dashed ahead, weaving through the palace halls like a ghost. Lucien sped up, breath coming fast, heart hammering in his chest. The fox was playing a game. And he was losing.

Suddenly, the creature veered toward a door with a flap at the bottom and slipped through it, vanishing into the storm outside. Lucien skidded to a stop, lips pressed into a thin line as he stared at the flap, which still swung back and forth from the fox’s escape. Its white fur had already melted into the swirling snow, impossible to track in the blizzard.

Irritation prickled at him. He couldn’t winnow directly to the Night Court, not from here. With a growl of frustration, Lucien opened the door and broke into a run again, feeling like he was chasing shadows through the storm. His only hope was the scent that lingered on the paper, his own scent—but it was quickly being swallowed by the cold, crisp air.

Desperate, Lucien headed straight for the River House, knowing he’d be late for dinner at the Winter Court but with no other option. He pushed himself harder, running as if he could outrun light itself.

Within moments, he was standing in front of the River House, breath clouding in the chilly air. He rapped on the door, and it swung open to reveal Rhys, his face already brimming with amusement.

“Well, well, Little Lucy,” Rhys drawled, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.

Lucien swallowed, trying to keep his tone even. “Did the fox messenger come here?”

“It did,” Rhys said, his grin widening.

Fuck.

“I… wasn’t done with the report before the fox took it,” Lucien lied. “May I have it back?”

Rhys raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced, but nonetheless pulled out an envelope from his jacket.

Lucien’s pulse quickened. “Is that it?”

“Yes,” Rhys said, though there was a trace of impatience in his voice.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes,” Rhys repeated, slower this time, clearly growing tired of the exchange.

Lucien’s lips pressed into a tight line, and before he could stop it, Rhys sent a vivid image into his mind—a memory, sharp and clear. The fox, looking every bit as dignified as a Court courier, neatly curled its body to retrieve one envelope before handing it over to Rhys. Only one.

“Looks like I, uh, forgot the other half,” Lucien muttered, inwardly cringing.

Rhys’s expression hardened. “This is important, Lucien.”

“Yes, sir,” Lucien sighed, before Rhys, clearly done with him, slammed the door shut.

Lucien turned on his heel, frustration burning in his chest. But as he looked up, his heart nearly stopped—there, standing at the edge of the pathway, was Elain. She wore her winter cloak, a basket in her hands, her wide, curious eyes meeting his.

He quickly composed himself, offering a polite nod. “Good evening, lady.”

“Sir,” she replied softly, dipping into a slight curtsy.

His gaze flicked to the basket. “Do you need help carrying that in?” The offer slipped out before he could stop himself, his manners seizing the chance to prolong their conversation.

“No, sir,” Elain answered with a small smile. “But thank you for the offer.”

He fought to keep his frustration in check, pushing through his awkwardness. “Did you, by any chance, see a fox messenger?” he asked, attempting nonchalance.

“I did,” she said, and for a moment, Lucien’s heart lifted. Maybe—just maybe—the fox had delivered the letter to her. Perhaps he could even ask for it back, claiming it was meant for Rhys.

But before he could say another word, she added, “It delivered its one letter to Rhys.”

His chest tightened, but he kept his expression neutral, a strained smile tugging at his lips. He was tempted to ask if the fox had delivered any other letters, if perhaps she had received one herself—but the thought of her asking why a fox might bring her a letter from him made his cheeks warm.

“Of course,” he muttered, attempting to brush it off. “Well, I hope it entertained you.”

A small smile flickered across her face, her eyes sparking with amusement. “It did. It… danced.”

“I heard they do. I’m glad you were able to witness it.”

Their eyes met, lingering a moment longer than was proper. Lucien’s pulse quickened as he fought the urge to say something more, to close the unspoken distance between them. He could feel it—their mating bond, a faint pull between them, fragile but undeniable. It thrummed under his left rib, a constant reminder of everything they hadn’t yet acknowledged.

He wondered if she felt it too. If she sensed that quiet, insistent tug drawing them closer, as impossible to ignore as it was to act upon

But whatever words he might have spoken stayed caught in his throat.

Lucien gave a small nod, his heart sinking deeper. “Good night, lady,” he said, bowing once more, even as the ache of unfulfilled words lingered between them.

“You as well, sir,” she replied, curtsying again, before slipping past him, avoiding his gaze.

As he walked away, the weight of what could have happened lingered heavily in his chest. He had no time to dwell on it now. He still had to return to the Winter Court.

He took his time getting back, using a combination of winnows and sprints. When he finally arrived at the palace, he braced himself for the inevitable fussing from Viviane and Kallias, as well as the curious looks from the rest of the Winter Court.

The evening passed in a blur of courtiers’ questions and discussions of court relations, but Lucien’s mind kept drifting. He clung to the faint hope that the fox, realizing its task was incomplete, might return to him. After all, the envelope had no addressee—it could still come back. The fox, clever as it was, might get agitated over an unfinished job.

At least, that’s what Lucien kept telling himself.

Despite his wandering thoughts, he managed to enjoy the gathering, the elderberry wine flowing freely and loosening the tongues of those closest to Viviane and Kallias. They offered insights that made Lucien think Rhys might finally secure an agreement—something to soothe the tension. But once the night drew to a close, Lucien found himself alone, still thoroughly convinced that the fox was out there, somewhere, trying to find the intended recipient of the second letter.

He decided to head to the birchin, hoping the steam and solitude might help him relax. He let the warmth ease his tension as he recalled his exchange with Rhys and Elain. Well, now that he had told Rhys he wasn’t done with the report, he figured he might as well make good on that claim. Filling a page with gossip wouldn’t hurt, and the wine had provided plenty of material to work with.

When he was done, Lucien penned the second half of his “report,” including a few rumors about Autumn and Day Courts and a playful mention of Viviane’s tipsy admiration of Night Court decorum. For a moment, he thought about writing another letter to Elain, filling her in on the evening’s events, but decided against it. Given what had happened earlier, he didn’t want to tempt fate.

Just as he was finishing up, the same white fox materialized out of thin air, its eyes narrowing at Lucien with something close to scrutiny.

Lucien sighed. “Well?” he asked, voice tinged with frustration. “Where’s the other letter?”

The fox tilted its head, then threw its head back and gekkered again. Lucien’s patience wore thin as the fox started its usual dance, hopping from side to side, its bushy tail swishing in rhythm.

Lucien rubbed his temples. “I don’t speak fox,” he muttered under his breath.

The fox sat down, flicking its tail over its snout in what Lucien swore was a demure gesture—if a fox could be demure.

Lucien threw up his hands. “Whatever,” he muttered. He grabbed the newly penned letter to Rhys and handed it to the fox, eyeing it with suspicion. “I trust you’ll get this to him.”

The fox sniffed the letter, then looked up at him, impatience glinting in its eyes.

“That’s it,” Lucien said firmly.

The fox blinked, clearly unimpressed, then sat down, fixing him with a steady, expectant gaze—as if waiting for Lucien to hand over a second letter. Preferably one addressed to Elain.

Lucien narrowed his eyes, tapping his foot in some kind of stubborn standoff. “I don’t have another letter for you to deliver,” he said through gritted teeth.

The fox’s ears flicked, unconvinced. It stayed rooted to the spot, gaze unwavering, as if daring him to cave.

Lucien exhaled sharply. “I am not about to embarrass myself in front of my mate just because you want…” He trailed off, a sudden thought striking him. “Wait… did you actually deliver my second letter to someone?”

The fox responded with a sharp gekker, its eyes glinting with what looked suspiciously like amusement. Lucien could only grumble in defeat.

Without another sound, the fox spun around, tail swishing as it darted out of sight, the letter for Rhys secured in its vest.

Lucien watched the fox disappear, no longer finding the creature cute or endearing. He stared at the empty doorway for a long moment, wondering just how much dignity he’d lost to a laughing fox. With a heavy sigh, he removed his clothes and climbed into bed, but his mind still lingered on that damned letter to Elain. Surely it wouldn’t turn up somewhere it shouldn’t. Like with Eris.

He tried to shove the thought aside, but the unease settled over him like a second skin.

As sleep tugged at him, the last thing on his mind wasn’t court politics or trade agreements. It was Elain, bending over to greet the white fox with a gleeful smile on her face. The fox would dance for her, chasing its tail in circles before bowing low and—Mother above—she’d procure a letter for him.

Lucien’s eyes snapped open as dawn filtered through the curtains. He blinked groggily, only to find the fox perched on top of him, its tail swishing in lazy arcs.

“Can I help you?” Lucien grumbled, his voice rough with sleep.

The fox glanced down at its vest, then dropped something square onto Lucien’s face. The soft lilac paper brushed against his nose, bringing with it a familiar scent.

Jasmine. With honey.

Alarm jolted him awake. He sat up, fingers trembling slightly as he grasped the letter. The penmanship was neat and feminine, with a looping elegance that sent his heart racing.

Elain’s handwriting.

He needed tea. No—he needed time. Instead, he paced, his thoughts spiraling into panic. What had Elain written? His mind leapt to the worst possibilities.

Leave me alone.Creep.Please don’t ever write to me again.Please, sir, don’t ever write to me again.

The fox, now curled comfortably on his bed, watched him with half-lidded eyes, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

“Let me guess,” Lucien muttered dryly. “You’re not leaving until I read the letter?”

The fox stretched luxuriously, before coiling back up, settling in for a nap. Its eyes closing as though to say, You’ll get no peace until you do. Lucien sighed and sat down beside it, scratching behind its ears absentmindedly. The fox whined softly, leaning into the touch as if offering comfort.

He took a deep breath and, with one last moment of hesitation, opened the letter.

Dearest Lucien,

At least, that’s how I would have hoped you’d start your letter, though I suppose it was never truly meant for my eyes. I apologize for not mentioning that the fox delivered a letter to me first, before delivering your missive to Lord Rhysand. It’s been so long since I’ve received a letter of any kind, and I must admit, it was a welcome surprise. Thank you for your thoughtfulness.

The Winter Court sounds beautiful. I looked into the flowers you mentioned, and I agree. It would be wonderful to see blooms during the Night Court’s winter. I imagine it might be too cold for me to tend to, as I must confess, I quite detest being cold. But still, the idea of something blooming in a place where it otherwise wouldn’t… there’s a certain magic in that, isn’t there? A bit of unexpected life in the midst of all that frost.

As for your conundrum with Lord Kallias and Lady Viviane…

Lucien snorted at the way she underlined their titles.

…Perhaps a change of perspective is what they need. I’m not sure if you know this, since you weren’t there last year, but …

Lucien frowned at that, puzzled by what she meant to imply.

… Starfall is a celebration of those who have passed. Perhaps such a celebration could bring some solace to Lord Kallias and Lady Viviane, serving as both a way to honor the lives lost and to celebrate Lord Kallias’s survival. It might also help Lord Kallias understand that Lord Rhysand deemed his life worth saving because they both share an understanding of the value of life. By saving Lord Kallias, the cost was the children, but it was with the hope that Lord Kallias could save more lives than were lost.

I enjoy reading about your experience at the Winter Court. It reminds me of the letters Papa used to send me when he traveled for business—how he always promised to bring me along one day so I could see the world through his eyes. Your letter brought back those same feelings of comfort, something I didn’t realize I had forgotten. Thank you for reminding me of the little things he did.

If you have the time, I would love to hear more about your adventures and offer advice where I can. Perhaps Lord Rhysand and Feyre might even allow me to be of some use to the court, if you believe I could be helpful.

Lucien’s breath caught at the last few lines.

Yours very respectfully,E(lain)

P.S. Just in case you were expecting another person whose name begins with the letter E to sign off.

For a moment, he let the words sink in. Not just the content, but the tone—the gentle curiosity, the offer of help, the nostalgia that mirrored his own. He hadn’t expected... this. He had braced for rejection, for polite dismissal, for indifference. Instead, Elain had written something thoughtful, almost kind.

The fox shifted beside him, giving a satisfied little stretch, clearly sensing the change in Lucien’s mood. He glanced down at the creature, then back at the letter, running a thumb over the edge of the parchment.

“Well,” Lucien murmured softly, more to himself than the fox. “I suppose I owe you an apology for doubting you.”

The fox blinked slowly, resting its head on its paws as if to say, I told you so.

Lucien chuckled, shaking his head as he scratched behind its ears. The fox gave a low, contented hum, clearly pleased with itself. But Lucien’s thoughts were still circling Elain’s letter. He hadn’t expected it to be so... pleasant. It had soothed him in a way he hadn’t anticipated, and that left him feeling oddly light.

He narrowed his eyes at the fox, realization dawning. “No wonder you looked so demure when I asked about the other letter.”

The fox let out a high-pitched gekker, tail swishing with satisfaction. Lucien paused, but then—a faint sound echoed through his mind, like the softest of giggles. Elain’s laughter, light and amused.

For a heartbeat, Lucien froze, unsure if he’d imagined it. But the fox gave him a knowing look, its eyes gleaming with mischief.

Lucien sighed, rubbing his temples. “I’m surrounded by tricksters,” he muttered as a small, reluctant smile tugged at his lips.

[coqxettee]

How to romanticise Spring:

Some ideas and things you can do to romanticise the Spring season 🫧˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🧚🏻‍♀️.

Spring Wardrobe - Spring is the perfect time to start integrating new pieces into your wardrobe. Long flowing dresses, maxi skirts, pretty blouses, milkmaid dresses/shirts, rompers, dungarees, mini skirts, cami’s and so much more. Make sure to add a pair of new Spring pumps (Mary janes are perfect) and some pretty floral hair bandanna’s and flower crowns in there too. Pastel pinks, yellows, blues, greens and white fit perfect for this time of year, along with patterns and materials like floral print and lace 🩰

Change your eating habits. Put away the comfort food from winter and indulge in the delicious delicacy’s of Spring. Fresh fruit and vegetables can make endless recipes for Breakfast, Lunch & Dinner, sweet things like Oatmeal, Honey, gelato and any particularly sweet fruits are perfect for this time of year 🍒🥗🍵

Consume Spring media 💐 The media you consume affects your mood, consuming uplifting Spring content will not only make you feel happier in yourself, but will also make you look forward to and romanticise the season more. I have a list of Movies, TV shows & books you can consume in Spring that I will be uploading shortly ☀️

Read Spring books. There are SO many out there, classics are perfect for this time of year but any whimsical, forest-core, fantasy story’s like “The Hobbit” or “The legend of King Arthur” are perfect too 📖

Listen to classical music, movie soundtracks and pretty instrumentals whenever you are doing any of the following activities (I find it helps romanticising a lot! 🎶🌷)

Have a picnic outside - Bring a wicker picnic basket, beautiful picnic blanket, fancy plates and cutlery and have a picnic fit for a countryside princess outside, either at the park or in a field. Wear a big sun hat to keep shaded from the sun and be sure to bring the essentials (Princess picnic food can include miniature sandwiches, scones, cookies, cakes & cupcakes, fruits like strawberries, cherries and apples, any snacks you can think of, lemonade and sweet iced tea) 🌷

Host a Tea Party (either indoors or outside) Set a table with all your finest dinnerware pieces, wear a floaty dress and white gloves, and use your most precious Teapot to pour fruity and sweet flavoured teas into any delicate teacups you can find. You can even make this Bridgerton inspired and have a high-tea esque party. With cookies and strawberry shortcake, cupcakes and miniature sandwiches. Make sure to set the table with a pretty tablecloth, fresh flowers and napkins/fine cutlery for yourself or your guests. Play some classical music and enjoy 🫖

Go berry/fruit picking. This time of year is perfect for Strawberry, Cherry’s & fruit picking in general. Wear a big straw hat, a long dress and don’t forget to bring your basket with you to collect the fruit in 🍓

Visit a flower field 🌸 💐 this time of year, flowers are in full bloom. Wear the most beautiful dress and a flower crown, so you are ready to twirl in the flower fields to your hearts content 🌷

Bake new Spring recipes. There are SO many Spring/Easter baking ideas on Pinterest. Have a look at any and compile a list of Bakes you want to try this Spring season 🍰

Cook new Spring recipes, you can even incorporate any new foods you have tried into the recipes and be sure to write them down in your recipe book 🥧

Make flower crowns! You can use fresh flowers or fake flowers, some wire or plain headbands. Get creative with them, use flowers, gems, lace, ribbon (this is a lovely activity to do with friends outside) 🌸

Press flowers (Such a Spring fairy activity!) any wild flowers you find (preferably dying or damaged) take them home and press them in a heavy book

Go on Forest Fairy walks. Explore your local forests, parks, meadows in the most vibrant green and pink dresses, wear flower crowns and just be one with nature, listen to fairytale music and take in the wildlife and nature around you 🧚‍♀️

Decorate your bedroom/space for Spring. This can be as simple as changing the bedding or by going all out and re-decorating your room completely. Fresh flowers, fake plants, cottage-core illustrations of animals look lovely too 🌷

Celebrate Easter like a Spring princess (really get into it this year) enjoy a beautiful Spring breakfast, paint eggs, eat chocolate, do some Easter bakes in the kitchen, make Easter Sunday a special day for you 🐣

Journal/Sketch/Paint - Painting outside is one of my favourite things to do, and you could even set up your easel/painting supplies in a garden or local field and paint the scenery 💐 Journalling all about your pretty Spring days can be uplifting and I find that sketching illustrations of Flowers, woodland animals and just Nature in general makes me feel so at ease any time I do so 🦢

Visit historical places like castles, botanical gardens and garden centres. These places are always abloom in Spring. Most of these places offer café’s and afternoon tea’s too! 🌸

Visit a cute Café for afternoon tea 🫖 (Make sure to wear a pretty outfit!)

Go frolicking in meadows. Roll down hills and twirl in flower fields 🌼

Feed birds and take time out to Spend time with nature and wildlife 🐰

I hope this helped and gave you some ideas, made you feel happy or comforted whilst reading and most importantly, inspired you to live life to the fullest and most beautiful it can be this Springtime 💐📖🎀 All my love ~ Kellen

[mooechi]

a gift?

spring. the season she bought something just for her.

on the day following her return from a mission, riri discovers eva in a state of solitude beneath a blossoming sakura tree.

however, the winter pillar seems to have been searching for the glacier pillar. why is that?

an akari fuyutsuki x eva himeko oneshot.

// eva himeko rightfully belongs to my beloved, @muitsuri!

spring, when the world bursts forth with life.

spring, where a symphony of delicate miracles unfolds.

spring, a season when verdant tendrils awaken from their slumber, where the gentle touch of the sun's caress breathes vitality into every corner of the earth.

amidst this exquisite tapestry of rejuvenation, beneath the boughs of a resplendent sakura tree, a lovely lady found herself caught in a momentary enchantment.

her graceful figure, adorned in hues of soft pastels, became the focal point of a whimsical dance. with closed eyes, her lashes fluttered like the wings of dainty butterflies, lending an air of ethereal serenity to her gorgeous countenance.

the fragrance of blooming flowers enveloped her, infusing the air with a sweet intoxication that stirred her senses.

the sakura petals swirled around her with a grace befitting a ballet, encircling her form in a delicate waltz. each petal, kissed by the gentle breeze, pirouetted and twirled in harmonious synchrony, their ephemeral beauty mirroring the ephemeral nature of this captivating season.

the cherry tree stood tall and proud, its branches reaching towards the heavens as if yearning to touch the cerulean canvas above. and beneath its protective canopy, the glacier hashira found peace, a sanctuary where her thoughts could wander amidst the petals' tender embrace.

her delicate lids fluttered open, anticipation filling her being.

yet, instead of being greeted by the expected rosy vista, her irises were met with a mesmerizing azure expanse that halted her tranquility in its tracks.

the chestnut-tressed maiden could practically hear her heart cease its rhythmic dance, only to resume with a frantic tempo as she realized that those majestic blue irises belonged to none other than the winter pillar. the hashira, with a mere tilt of her head, seemed unperturbed by their proximity, as if she had initiated this encounter herself—which was most likely.

silence enveloped the pair, stretching into an eternity, as they locked gazes, delving deep into the depths of each other's souls. the weight of unspoken words hung heavy in the air, a testament to the profound connection that existed between them. and then, like a soothing melody, a familiar voice, flat yet mellow, graced the ears of the flustered maiden.

"and here I thought you wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon.”

as the pillar’s words lingered in the air, akari finally leaned back, causing a tumultuous storm of emotions to surge within the latter’s heart—a mix of both fortune and dismay.

though the azure-eyed maiden's words may have carried a hint of sarcasm, eva understood that they held a genuine sentiment, devoid of mockery, but rather a straightforward observation.

"i wasn’t actually asleep, you know..."

the glacier pillar felt a surge of gratitude as her words flowed forth without a single stutter. however, her tone remained meek, leaving her uncertain if they were even heard, or if they simply dissolved into the ether.

naturally, the latter heard her—akari unconsciously exerted more effort whenever it involved eva, after all.

however, to her surprise, akari; though renowned for her analytical disposition, found herself unexpectedly taken aback, her eyebrows arching being the sole giveaway to her genuine astonishment.

"you weren't?"

a hint of perplexity laced the winter pillar’s voice as she raised a hand to her chin, her head tilting slightly as she hummed in thoughtful contemplation. "strange. everything about you seemed to suggest otherwise, but i suppose i was mistaken."

“eh?"

eva, in turn, tilted her head slightly, her expression a mix of confusion and curiosity. did it have something to do with her appearance? had something changed? or perhaps it was due to the winter pillar’s unique perception of auras? so many questions stirred within her, yet remained unspoken—

"if you appeared so serene with only your eyes closed," akari continued, her words laced with a touch of intrigue. "i can only imagine how much more captivating it would be when you are truly asleep."

oh…

was that meant to be a compliment? the heat of embarrassment crept up eva’s pretty face, coloring it with a rosy hue.

normally, she would be quite talkative around the winter pillar, but in this moment, she found herself rendered speechless. her mouth parted slightly, but the words she longed to utter seemed to elude her, trapped in the depths of her being.

as the hashira settled into a more relaxed position, abandoning her previous crouch in front of eva, the glacier pillar struggled to regain her composure. the contrast between her disheveled state and the seemingly unfazed composure of the lady before her was evidently striking.

yet, as if fate had finally decided to show her mercy, eva’s eyes caught a glimmer of light reflecting off what appeared to be a snowflake-shaped object in the winter pilar’s free hand. upon closer examination, it became clear that it was a hairpin.

an idea sparked in the sable-head’s mind, causing her to perk up. "how beautiful! do you need help with that? i can assist you in putting it in your hair—“

"what? no."

the cobalt-head’s sudden interruption caused the radiant smile on eva’s face to freeze. a wave of uncertainty washed over her, as if she had committed a grave mistake. akari’s deadpan expression translated into a look of incredulity through eva’s eyes, igniting a spark of panic within her.

"sorry, that must’ve been weird of me to ask..”

"what?..no it isn’t. i only declined because this hairpin isn't for me."

the glacier pillar paused, finding herself confused for the second time within such a short span. if not for herself, then for whom?

was akari planning to give it to someone else?

the thought sent a pang of pain through eva’s heart, and her feeble attempts to conceal her expression of sorrow proved to be futile.

yet, in the fleeting instant that ensued, akari’s next words swiftly dissipated all of her concerns, replacing them with a comforting sensation that enveloped her like a cozy embrace, leaving her head swirling with warmth and delight.

"i saw this earlier and...” lost in wonder, she absentmindedly, yet carefully toyed with the object, her voice trailing off. extending it towards the bewildered maiden in front of her, she resumed, "it’s for you. i saw it earlier, and thought of you."

in response, eva’s stunning eyes widened. "m-me?" she stammered, a mix of disbelief and bashfulness evident in her voice, along with a profound sense of gratitude.

trembling slightly, eva reached out, her fingertips gently brushing against the hairpin, treating it as if it were an exquisitely delicate treasure. "this is for...me?" she repeated, as if struggling to grasp the reality of the situation.

akari simply nodded. in contrast, her features still withheld any hint of her internal musings. "yes, for you."

"just for you."

at the lack of typically verbal responses, her head tilted slightly as she arched a brow, "is it not to your liking?—“

"that’s not it!!"

the glacier pillar swiftly interjected, shaking her head vigorously, causing the winter pillar to worry that she might become dizzy.

“huh?..”

“the contrary, actually..” releasing a heartfelt sigh, eva shifted her gaze, tenderly looking at the gift she had just received, a loving smile gracing her lips. "i like it, a lot.” she confessed.

she turned her gaze back to akari, her smile softening even further. "i love it, actually.” she whispered.

her eyes fluttered shut, forming a closed-eyed smile that gradually transformed into a cheerful grin as her head swayed slightly to the right, reminiscent of a joyful dance.

as the diaphanous breeze danced through the air, its celestial touch gracefully tousled eva’s lustrous locks as the sun joined in this symphony of beauty, casting its golden rays upon her countenance, illuminating her features with a resplendent radiance. her smile, a beacon of joy, radiated a warmth that had akari mesmerized, rendering her unable to divert her gaze from the majestic sight before her.

"you really are pretty.”

in response, a rosy blush bloomed across eva’s cheeks, the flush of warmth coloring her delicate visage.

she lowered her gaze, her fingers tenderly tracing the contours of the precious object she held—a reflection of the tender emotions that stirred within her. the subtle intensity of her feelings ignited a longing within her soul, a yearning for more moments such as these.

a gentle sigh escaped the hashira’s lips, a melody of mingled pleasure and vulnerability. "you.." she murmured, her words laced with a hint of playful defiance, "you should really stop with those out-of-nowhere compliments." she pouted, her eyes gracefully closing as she sought refuge in the solace of darkness, a brief respite to regain her composure. though she cherished the accolades bestowed upon her, a lingering fear whispered in her thoughts, warning of the perilous bewitch of such sweet words.

it just might be the cause of her death someday. the extravagancy of the thought nagged at the glacier pillar’s mind, causing her to let out a modest chuckle that merely fueled the winter pillar’s confusion.

wasn’t she simply stating the truth? that was the only fact reverberating in akari’s mind as she attentively absorbed eva’s words. however, the winter pillar quickly brushed aside her perplexity as her ears were blessed with the sound of the glacier pillar's laughter.

how melodic it was...

as eva’s honeyed giggles continued to reverberate in the depths of akari’s mind, the heavenly maiden within her imagination had already fixated the exquisite ornament to her hair.

however, just as she was about to delicately secure the hairpin in place, a familiar gloved hand benignly interposed, halting her graceful movement.

with utmost grace, akari relinquished the delicate treasure from her grasp and gracefully descended onto her knees, a dancer's poise enshrining her every motion. she meticulously shuffled closer to eva, her eyes gleaming with an unspoken intention, as if she were an artist composing a masterpiece.

slowly, yet deliberately, akari positioned the hairpin on the right side of eva’s lustrous tresses, forsaking the left with a careful precision. every movement was executed with a refined elegance, as if she were an artisan sculpting an ephemeral masterpiece.

"that’s better…" she murmured, her voice a gentle caress, her breath mingling with the air as she tenderly brushed a stray strand away from eva’s enchanting visage.

as the lovestruck maiden’s irises quivered with an indescribable feeling, her heart pounded with the intensity of a symphony, as if it were an instrument played by the divine.

her lips, delicately pursed, mirrored the graceful curvature of akari’s own, forming a sublime duet of emotion and desire.

the winter pillar’s smile, faint yet resplendent, held an air of perfection in eva’s eyes—a fleeting moment of flawlessness that seemed to transcend the boundaries of mortal existence.

"i would prefer if this hairpin didn’t get in the way of that streak of your hair." akari uttered, her words an enchanting incantation that held both longing and reverence. the subtle plea in her voice carried an unspoken desire to preserve the natural beauty that adorned eva’s being, to honor the ethereal essence that danced with every strand.

in that sublime instant, bathed in the sun's golden rays that transformed the sakuranbo into a canvas of warmth and luminosity, they found themselves enveloped in an otherworldly realm.

there, the boundaries between dreams and reality blurred, and a humble object possessed the extraordinary ability to ignite a love that surpassed the confines of time and space.

—spring, where and when i fell even more for you.

[vandaliatraveler]

Early March on the Mon River Trail.

Sunday was a gorgeous day for a bike ride, balmy and softly lit by the late Winter sun. The smooth alder (Alnus serrulata) is in bloom along the river - the catkins are incredibly beautiful to me. More whimsical are the pointy-capped flowers of the eastern skunk cabbage (Symplocarpus foetidus), which emerge from the muddy margins of local swamps in mid-February. At mile marker 17 (last photo from the bottom), I spotted my first bald eagle of the season - a mature, solitary bird who got away before I could get my camera positioned. I'll try again next weekend.

[techtow]

Exploring the Enchanting World of Naturecore and Aesthetic Trends

In a world filled with hustle and bustle, there's a growing desire to reconnect with nature, magic, and aesthetics that speak to the soul. Enter the enchanting realm of Naturecore, a captivating fusion of natural beauty, whimsical imagery, and serene simplicity. Paired with other popular aesthetics like Witchcore, Cottagecore, and Light Academia, Naturecore offers a delightful escape into a world of fantasy and wonder.

At the heart of Naturecore is a deep appreciation for the natural world. From the tranquil allure of lush forests to the ethereal glow of moonlight, every element is celebrated for its intrinsic beauty. This aesthetic invites us to slow down, breathe in the fresh air, and immerse ourselves in the sights and sounds of the great outdoors.

One of the key components of Naturecore is its connection to the mystical and magical. Drawing inspiration from witchcraft and fantasy, Naturecore enthusiasts often incorporate elements like crystals, suncatchers, and celestial motifs into their aesthetic repertoire. These mystical touches add an extra layer of enchantment to the natural world, inviting us to embrace our sense of wonder and imagination.

Cottagecore, another beloved aesthetic, complements Naturecore perfectly with its cozy charm and rustic simplicity. Together, they evoke a sense of nostalgia for a simpler way of life, where days are spent tending to gardens, baking homemade bread, and enjoying the company of loved ones. This wholesome aesthetic celebrates the beauty of domestic life and the joys of living close to nature.

As we embrace the changing seasons, Naturecore takes on new dimensions. In spring, it's all about celebrating the beauty of blooming flowers and lush greenery, while in winter, we revel in the quiet serenity of snowy landscapes and cozy fireside gatherings. Naturecore invites us to embrace the cyclical rhythms of the natural world and find joy in each passing season.

Photography and GIFs play a vital role in capturing the essence of Naturecore. From dreamy landscapes to whimsical still lifes, these visual mediums allow us to preserve fleeting moments of beauty and share them with others. Whether it's a breathtaking sunset, a delicate flower in bloom, or a shimmering night sky, photography and GIFs help us bring the magic of Naturecore to life.

In essence, Naturecore is more than just an aesthetic trend – it's a way of life. It's about finding beauty in the simplicity of the natural world, embracing our sense of wonder and imagination, and cultivating a deeper connection to the world around us. So, this Valentine's Day and beyond, why not take a step into the enchanting world of Naturecore and let its magic inspire you?

Whether you're drawn to the mystical allure of witchcraft, the cozy charm of cottage life, or the timeless beauty of the natural world, there's something for everyone to love in the enchanting world of Naturecore. So, why not immerse yourself in its whimsical wonders and let your imagination soar?

Let Naturecore be your guide as you embark on a journey of exploration, creativity, and self-discovery. After all, in a world filled with chaos and uncertainty, there's no better time to embrace the magic of the natural world and let its beauty light up your life.

[outofangband]

Winter in Doriath HCs

Note: I referenced a few of my earlier HCs in this but they’re definitely not necessary to read for this! There is more in the Doriath tag for anyone interested!

Elves and winter general HCs

As always please feel free to ask more or give a specific area to talk about, these are fairly random!

The girdle of Melian provides protection against the harshest weather however, Melian intentionally does not exert significant control over the climate. Snow falls lightly throughout the colder months, many trees lose their leaves and most flowers do not bloom until the stirring. Average temperatures for the coldest months are around 4-7 degrees C or 40-45 degrees Fahrenheit.

Menengroth maintains comfortable temperatures throughout the year. Both the protection of the caves and the magic of Melian defend against extreme cold or heat. A small population of Doriath live in Menengroth in the winter only.

There is a section around Menengroth, part of Melian’s gardens, that is warm throughout the year. This has both outdoor and indoor sections and there are fruit trees in the outdoor section that are more or less free to take from (though some of the species are…unique or possibly dangerous and plenty choose not to take this risk)

Food in the winter comes from this, from foraging and the cultivation that is done throughout the forest, from the rivers, from private collections and storage, and, depending on the time, through trade.

Many of the Iathrim eat little in the winter and some even enter periods of contemplation and reduced movement almost akin to a sort of hibernation. This is also similar to the trances I described as part of Doriath’s summer solstice celebration however longer and less intense. Consciousness is not necessarily reduced or altered during these.

(I will make an entire post just about this to go with my posts about the Ainur and food but in essence, I do not believe elves can go indefinitely without food and water however energy, nutrients and strength are conserved and processed differently than in humans and they can go significantly longer without adverse consequences however they will eventually begin to suffer from them. Like humans, water is more important than food. Many elves eat primarily for pleasure. Maedhros, his life was extended without food or water through Morgoth’s power, similar to how Húrin’s was)

On that note there is also a winter solstice tradition. Like the summer one, many travel for it to obtain privacy, often sitting in trees or upon hilltops by the northern border for days. Most of the week long winter solstice event is significantly more somber than the summer one and there is a day dedicated to mourning. At the end however there is a joyous feast in Menengroth.

Doriath marks the new year in the beginning of the elven season between autumn and winter, Fading. I mentioned their record keepers preserve petals from the first flowers of each year and this tradition is related to other Sindar, Silvan and Avari traditions but their actual new year is in Fading. It is a also a reflective celebration where the sun and moon are honored (after they exist of course) and the past mourned.

Despite the more somber winter celebrations, mentions of snow and winter in song and poetry are commonly playful and whimsical rather than melancholy. Less direct Winter symbology in Doriath include constellations, certain species of ferns (which resemble frost patterns), wood white (butterflies), and maple trees.

Like the Sindar outside of Doriath, the patterns of migrating birds are often remembered and used for indications of weather changes.

[rosehippiefield]

A crt tv sat on the carpeted floor. It was old and square, with all of those weird buttons and little leds.

All that was played on the screen was field covered in snow, but it could also be the tv static. A serene scene, full of nostalgia.

There could be heard a child's giggle. It made the room warm when, behind the windows, a cold winter was raging outside.

She ran, happy, chasing invisible butterflies. Her laugh was like snowdrops, blooming in snow. Her moves were wild like roses, a beautiful sight in forests. Her head full of garden flowers and dreams, stuffed with every thought there is.

The screen showed two hares—it made her stop and think. Hares are beautiful, but hard to catch. Nothing like bunnies she saw on street markets, where animals were in cages, waiting and looking at the free sky.

Hypnotized by colors and soft furs, she touched the screen and felt electricity fly through her. From fingers to head, to heart, to legs. She blinked.

And she was standing in the middle of the field. Green, even if frost was catching edges nearing the forest. The view was beautiful, wrapped up in frozen breaths from her mouth. But she wasn't cold—spring was coming.

Above high, magpies flew past her and their tails almost looked like paintbrushes that paint the sky. Hares circled her, wanting her to catch them. Playful but fast, faster than her legs.

They knew she was smart, they saw the flowers in her eyes. Who knew flowers could shine brighter than stars?

She didn't know if time stopped or if years passed, but the sun was higher and grass grew taller. Petals were scattered with every color she could think of. The wind was warm against her skin.

Hares came and went away to come again. It all felt like seconds.

"Will you stay with us?"

The question was asked once, but with the power of thousands of times. Was it the first one, or did she forget all the other questions?

Did she have a choice? She lost sight of tv and her childhood carpets. But she wanted to stay. And she could choose her ways.

She could pick to become a hare and run in opposite directions. She could pick a magpie and fly on painted skies. She could choose bees or squrrels or even grass or clouds or trees.

But all those colors she could see—purples, greens, browns and blues. It all looked like someone she knew.

Rose—.

She didn't even have time to think and her world began to change. And the world began to hear about a beautiful Rose born from dreams.

A rose, not exactly what she wished for, as nature does things fast and listens later. The only fruits of rose could Rose give now were her thoughts and words of wisdom. Embracing others with a velvet, red cloth—warm and soft in touch.

When Rose asked, people thought hard. When Rose sang, words went across the whole field. Flowers singing, wind spreading wings, animals wanting more. Befriending golden moons, suns, rivers and seas.

Smart and nice, open for starry nights. Sometimes she hid behind her leaves. But she was sweet and had a heart made of gold. Traveling through seasons and fields.

The only rose having rosehips.

(for the description fanfic! I may have bent some things to my liking, but my brain wanted it that way so I went with the flow. It is kinda a prolog to Rose's poem story bc why not :33)

Wow Goldy I'm blown away, this is so beautiful!

This story indeed feels like a metaphorical backstory

I love all the references to our talks (maybe I haven't found all), they are so interwoven into the story it feels natural. The tv of nostalgia, the hares and magpies (I didn't expect them and it made me smile). Dreamy girl that didn't want to leave the mesmerising world of magic, that didn't want to leave the whimsical childhood, and thus became part of that world too... As a rose, of course. I love the way you describe the Rose, I'm honored)

The last paragraphs make me think about being on Tumblr (because where else do I get to be a rose), where I get to post my opinions and befriend Golden Moons. I thought about Tumblr analogy when you wrote poem story (like we're apart but still interacting, creating special atmosphere), and here it feels like a logical conclusion. Even if it's not intentional I like to interpret it that way

Also, I feel like there are references to my fanfic description with brushes of magpies tails (I thought it would be fire lol) and flowers brighter than stars. It's like our stories are interconnected

[musicoftheheart]

Heyy! Making a Nobleflower one this time!

Okay so the name "Alice" has roots both in Old French and Old German, meaning "noble" in both languages. Astrologically, Alice also has ties to signs like Libra and Gemini, which represent concepts such as grace and leadership.

Narcissi flowers form a genus of spring flowering plants of the amaryllis family, which include flowers like daffodils and jonquils. However, narcissi are different from daffodils and jonquils because these two flowers bloom promptly at the beginning of spring. Narcissi, however, bloom during the winter, most notably in December.

Also, where daffodils and jonquils have a bright yellow (sometimes slightly orange-ish, even pink) colour, narcissi (also known as paperwhite) mainly have a pale white colour. Among other things, this flower symbolises awareness and inner-reflection.

Also, a memorable and whimsical encounter in the book Through The Looking-Glass (the sequel to Alice In Wonderland) is after Alice falls through the looking-glass (mirror) and she stumbles across a garden of talking flowers that criticise her for her lack of roots and question her intelligence. It's a metaphor for how we all criticise and overthink our appearance and/or intelligence when we look into a mirror.

(Don't be too harsh about the randomness of the information this is literally all i could get)

ooooooo no this is so cool!!

[mekyrdesign]

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[capturedbysab]

On a crisp, frosty morning of January 7th, 1997, the world was graced by the birth of a delicate flower. Though winter's chill blanketed the earth, she emerged with the vitality and promise of spring’s first blooms, her heart as pure and tender as dewdrops resting on untouched petals. There was something ethereal about her even then—every movement imbued with the whimsical grace of fairies dancing on the breeze, light and free, as if carried by the clouds gliding through an endless sky. Her name, 𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙀𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙮𝙣 𝘼𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙧, came to embody hope itself, a radiant beacon that could warm even the coldest winters and illuminate the darkest corners of the soul.

From her earliest days, Sabrina was surrounded by love, nurtured by those who recognized the unique light she brought into the world. She grew with a spirit that was both curious and kind, blossoming into a woman of remarkable depth and charm. Today, she strides confidently through life as a corporate professional, navigating the structured world of business with poise and determination. Yet beneath her polished exterior lies an artist’s soul—a dreamer captivated by the beauty in every fleeting moment. Her heart belongs to the art of storytelling through her beloved camera, a tool she wields with the precision of a painter’s brush. Sabrina’s life is a mosaic of meaningful details, each piece reflecting her unique ability to find wonder in the everyday. Mornings begin with the comforting ritual of a steaming cup of coffee, its rich aroma mingling with the soft presence of her loyal dog, 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧, who never strays far from her side. She sees the extraordinary in the ordinary, whether it’s the golden hues of dawn breaking over the horizon, the vibrant energy of a bustling city street, or the quiet serenity of moments spent alone with her thoughts.

Her camera becomes an extension of herself, capturing the poetry of life in every frame. To Sabrina, photography is more than a hobby—it is a way of freezing time, preserving the emotions and stories that might otherwise be forgotten. With each click of the shutter, she immortalizes not just scenes, but feelings—a sunrise that feels like a fresh start, a city alive with possibility, or the gentle solace of solitude. In her hands, every captured moment becomes part of a grand tapestry, a celebration of love, resilience, and wonder. Sabrina’s world is one of beauty and connection, where even the smallest details are transformed into treasures. Her journey is not just about living but about truly seeing, truly feeling, and leaving behind a legacy of memories that will continue to inspire long after the moment has passed.

[racersoph]

Winter Whisper

Charles Leclerc x Y/N

Charles surprises you with a gingerbread house during winter xx

AN: This is my first time writing sorry if it is not the best xx

The winter night was cold and crisp, the air filled with the enchanting scent of snow. Y/N sat by the fireplace, wrapped in a warm blanket, lost in the pages of a captivating book. The crackling of burning logs and the occasional gusts of wind outside created a cozy atmosphere that seemed to embrace you in its soothing embrace.

As you turned another page, a sudden knock on the door disrupted the tranquil evening. Startled, they rose from the chair and approached the entrance, wondering who could be visiting on such a chilly night. Upon opening the door, your eyes widened in surprise as Charles stood there, his breath visible in the cold air.

"Hey," Charles greeted with a warm smile, his cheeks rosy from the winter chill. "I was passing by and thought I'd drop by. Mind if I come in?"

Your heart skipped a beat, but they managed to stammer, "Of course, Charles! Come in, it's freezing out there."

Charles stepped inside, bringing a gust of cold air with him. You closed the door, and they both found themselves standing in the cozy living room. The contrast between the winter's bite and the warmth inside was palpable.

"I was just reading," you explained, gesturing toward the book on the table.

"That sounds nice," Charles replied. "But I was thinking we could do something together. You know, make the most of this winter night."

A mischievous glint sparkled in Charles' eyes, and you couldn't help but be intrigued. "What did you have in mind?" they asked.

Charles reached into a bag he was carrying and pulled out a gingerbread house kit. "How about we bake some gingerbread men?" he suggested, a playful grin on his face.

Your eyes lit up with excitement. "That sounds amazing! I didn't expect you to show up with baking supplies."

"Well, I've been practicing my baking skills," Charles admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "And I thought it would be fun to do it together."

As you two set up the ingredients on the kitchen counter, laughter filled the air. The cozy kitchen became a hub of activity, with flour dusting the air and the sweet aroma of spices enveloping them. Charles and you worked seamlessly together, your hands moving in sync as they mixed, rolled, and shaped the gingerbread dough.

"Have you ever made gingerbread men before?" Charles asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

You chuckled, "Not really. I'm more of a novice in the kitchen."

"Don't worry," Charles reassured with a grin. "We'll make the best gingerbread men ever."

As the first batch of gingerbread men baked in the oven, Charles and you sat at the kitchen table, sipping on hot cocoa. The crackling of the fireplace and the sweet anticipation of their culinary creation filled the room.

Once the gingerbread men were done, you both decorated each one with colorful icing and candies. Laughter echoed through the kitchen as they crafted unique and whimsical designs, turning the simple cookies into edible masterpieces.

With the gingerbread men completed, Charles and Y/N sat back, admiring their handiwork. The aroma of freshly baked treats wafted through the air, leaving a trail of sweetness and happiness.

"I had a great time," Charles admitted, a genuine smile on his face.

"Me too," you agreed, feeling a warmth in their heart that surpassed the coziness of the fireplace. "Thanks for making this winter night so special."

As you both savored the gingerbread men you had created together, the winter night whispered tales of laughter, warmth, and unexpected connections. And in that cozy kitchen, amidst the flickering candlelight and the delightful aroma of freshly baked cookies, a friendship bloomed, destined to withstand the chill of any winter to come.

[gelnailsnoise]

Spring Nail 2024: Blooming Beautiful

Blooming Beautiful: Spring Nail Designs 2024 for Short Nails

Spring has sprung! As the world bursts back into color, it's the perfect time to ditch the winter blues and embrace the season with stunning spring nails. Whether you prefer short, chic nails or are rocking a bolder length, there's a plethora of trendy nail art designs waiting to be discovered.

Spring Nails 2024: Color Crush

This year, spring nails are all about celebrating the joy and vibrancy of the season. Soft pastels like lavender, baby blue, and millennial pink are classic choices, offering a light and airy feel. But don't be afraid to experiment with bolder hues! Sunny yellows, playful corals, and refreshing mint greens are taking center stage, adding a touch of sunshine to your fingertips.

Short & Sweet: Spring Nail Art Designs for Petites

Short nails can be just as glamorous as their longer counterparts. The key is to choose designs that flatter your nail bed and elongate your fingers. Here are some fantastic nail art ideas for short nails:

French Tip Twist: The classic French manicure gets a spring makeover with pastel tips in lavender, baby pink, or mint green. You can even add a touch of whimsy with a dainty floral design on one or two accent nails.

Minimalist Magic: For a sophisticated yet trendy look, try minimalist nail art designs on short nails. Delicate lines, geometric shapes, or tiny dots in contrasting spring colors create a subtle yet eye-catching statement.

Half Moon Magic: The half-moon manicure is making a comeback, and it's perfect for short nails. Paint the entire nail in a soft pastel shade, then leave a crescent-shaped bare spot at the base of the nail. This creates the illusion of longer nails and adds a touch of vintage charm.

Blooming Beauties: Must-Try Nail Art Designs

Spring is synonymous with flowers, and floral nail art is a perennial favorite. This year, we're seeing a shift towards more whimsical and unique floral designs. Here are some inspiring ideas:

Watercolor Wash: Create a dreamy, ethereal effect with watercolor floral designs. Use soft pastel polishes and blend them on the nail for a romantic, artistic look.

3D Blooms: Feeling adventurous? Opt for 3D flowers for a touch of texture and dimension. This can be achieved with acrylics or nail stamping techniques.

Mismatched Mania: Embrace the playful spirit of spring with mismatched floral nail art. Each nail can feature a different flower or floral design in a variety of spring colors.

Spring Nails 2024: Beyond Flowers

While florals reign supreme, there are plenty of other nail art designs that capture the essence of spring. Here are some additional ideas:

Butterfly Bliss: Delicate butterflies fluttering across your nails are a delightful way to celebrate spring's new beginnings.

Rainbow Brights: Embrace the joy of the season with a rainbow manicure! Paint each nail a different color from the rainbow spectrum for a vibrant and eye-catching look.

Wavy Lines: Wavy lines in pastel colors create a calming and serene effect, perfect for those seeking a more subtle design.

Spring is all about celebrating new beginnings and embracing the beauty of nature. With these trendy nail art designs for short nails, you can show off your unique style and keep your fingers fashionable all season long.

Ready to rock your spring nails? Don't forget to share your creations on social media using #springnails2024!

[merrybrides]

Winter Wedding Bouquet Ideas

This ruby red bouquet boasts a mix of King Protea, roses, gerbera daisies, fritillaria, waxflower, silver brunia, eryngium, tulips and gorgeous greenery.

A frosty bouquet of light peach, pink and cream roses, dusty miller and silver brunia proves pastel is perfect for winter.

This stunning winter bouquet features velvety red roses, quicksand roses, lisianthus, dried bunny tails, and more. The pretty palette of deep red and blush pink was simply gorgeous.

A total winter white out has never looked so good, bursting with crisp white roses, white ferns, and draping amaranthus.

Add a little Art Deco style and a pop of color against white with peacock feathers and purple calla lilies.

This dreamy white winter bouquet is filled with white O’Hara Roses, Mona Lisa anemones, ranunculus, spray roses, Queen Anne's Lace and trailing jasmine which adds even more magic.

A gorgeous, frosty blue bouquet features roses, anemones, berries, dusty miller and silver brunia.

We're loving this winter take on a boho bouquet which features pampas grass, lunaria, olive and eucalyptus foliage, and roses.

A total winter whiteout has never looked so good, bursting with crisp white roses, white ferns, and draping amaranthus.

This ranunculus, waxflower, spray rose, muscari, and eucalyptus bouquet is paired with fragrant pine, giving it an unmistakably wintry feel.

The Christmas Rose (also known as hellebore) is such a showstopper in this bouquet. It's joined by whimsical fritillaria, roses, lisianthus, and waxflower to make the perfect winter posy.

This stunning Winter bridal bouquet of purple blooms pairs moody ranunculus, hellebores, and fritillaria for an unexpected twist on winter wedding flowers.

Splashes of deep red in this bouquet add a wintry feel. Roses, spray roses, lisianthus, eucalyptus, all tied with red and gold ribbon, add to the festive effect.

Maximize seasonal foliage with this stunning bouquet featuring eucalyptus, heather, berried ivy, anemones, roses, and ranunculus.

This classic winter bouquet is filled with roses, ranunculus, and greenery.