#birthday crown coloring pages

[busycloudy]

"Happy Birthday Prefect!"

 • So...Guess who's birthday it is. That's right, it's mine!😁

 • This is basically what I think they would give you when it's your birthday 

• Tooth rotting fluff fanfic? Headcanon? Idk🤷‍♀️Either way it's tooth rotting fluff(The last part might make you shred a tear tho)

 • Reader is gender neutral. The first years/our chaotic of a group is last! 

• Enjoy! (And happy birthday to anyone else that has a birthday today!)

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Riddle Rosehearts- A Necklace

He gave you a necklace with a Rose, to resemble him, on it. The beads are a bright red and black. In the center of it a beautiful and small glass rose is shown proudly.

Trey Clover- Favorite Sweet

He made you your favorite sweet! He made it specially, and don't worry, no oyster sauce was added!

Cater Diamond- A Phone Case

He got you a phone case that has your favorite thing on it. For example if you like cats he got you a phone case with a cat pattern on it.

Leona Kingscholar- A Ring

This ring was something that simply just reminded you of him. It was golden with silver lettering that said "Herbivore". He didn't tell you this, but he has one himself that says "Sleepyhead"

Ruggie Bucchi- Favorite Food

Ruggie got you some of your favorite food, free of charge! Well, all you owe him is to always have a smile on your face.

Azul Ashengrotto- A free drink + free food

He let you have a free drink, and a free dish from the monstro lounge. How very kind of him to do for a poor unfortunate soul like you! He may also let you sit with him in the V.I.P room and chat.

Jade Leech- Book- Terrainum

He got you a book about different plants, and a terrarium! When you decorate the terrarium, do get Jade if you need help! He will gladly do so!

Floyd Leech- Plush

He got you a eel plushie. He came across it and thought it was adorable, so he thought to give it to you! (He also has a matching shrimp plush)

Kalim Al-Asim- Pictures

Kalim knew for a gift like this, it couldn't be anything, it had to be sentimental, so he gave you some pictures the two of you had together. Hang it on your wall/fridge and he will be so happy!

Jamil Viper- Snake Bracelet

A golden snake bracelet that wraps around your wrist. He hopes this reminds you of him. (He'd be so happy if you wore it every day, please do so, or at least wear it as much as you can🥺)

Vil Schoeinheit- Hair Clip

He gave you a hairclip shaped like a crown. He was still the fairest of all, but maybe you could second him.

Rook Hunt- Bow and Arrow

Rook gave you a bow and arrow of your own Iff you ever would like to practice archery, come to him!

Idia Shroud- Controller- Headphones

He gave you a black and blue game controller with headphones that match, which also have cat ears on them. You can game with him anytime!

Malleus Draconia- Earrings

Malleus gave you dragon earrings, something to represent him. "Would you like to go on a walk tonight?" he asked you. The two of you looked at stars and constellations that night.

Lillia Vanrouge- Fingerless Gloves

Black fingerless gloves with a green bat symbol on it. He also says "You've grown so much since I first saw you" then patting you on the head.(KJDHSJHSHSDJ I DIED WHILE MAKING THIS PART)

Silver- A Blanket

This blanket had multiple squares of different shades of your favorite color(Like patchwork)The blanket was also very soft! If you wasn't already getting good sleep, this will definitely help!

Your friends, the first years, gave you scrapbook to hold all your memories, and matching bracelets

The scrapbook has pictures of everytime all of you guys have hanged out together, and some pages are still left empty to fill out more and more memories. The bracelets have all your main colors on each and every one of them, and connect to each other when close by. They have a striped pattern of Red(Ace), Dark Blue(Deuce), Yellow(Jack), Purple(Epel), Light Blue(Ortho), Green(Sebek), Grey(Grim), and [insert your main color](You).

Ace says the bracelets were "Duece's 'stupid' idea" But in all seriousness, he also loves them.

These things are something you can have so if you ever end up finding a way home, you can take it with you to remember them.

[fanterfane]

Crown Cosmo! (Birthday Gift)

Just a little birthday gift for a friend of mine, @crowncosmo ! I really love how the colors turned out in this, and I based it off of her art too!!~

...Also her birthday was back in August, so don't go telling her happy birthday now XD

Be sure to check out her page! I love her art style so much, and she makes such great euphoric TGTF stuff. I especially love her recent Miku TF!!

https://www.deviantart.com/crowncos.....-TG-1025974395

Originally finished in August 2023!

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[the-demons-writings]

HEYO

I Was wondering if you could do another part to that Joel and Lizzie fic you made a while back but where the reader is now a teenager?

I would be more than happy to, here it is ! Thank you so much for the request.

I Know the Constellations

Pt1 || [Pt2]

You've grown so much you've had plenty of ups and downs though now you're a teenager and one that's holding up pretty well for the condition you originally came from . Your forearms are lined with teal colored scales and fins. You've gained a proper tail with a fin and webbing at the tip. Your gills are still iffy but they've healed over the time. In Lizzie's hold you were still quite small though now you could pick up Joe lmuch to his Dismay.

You've grown both responsible yet playful the whole time. Your dragon instincts are still a priority as Lizzie has raised but you know when times are serious and when it's not appropriate. Like at Jimmy and Scott's wedding .

At the moments you're sat in Mezalea near Joel's fountain, you've found a nice rock to perch on and for you to bask in the sun happily soaking up the dester warmth. As you basked a clone of your father walked up to you. You hummed looking at it

"Yeah dad?"

"You're needed in the palace , it's not urgent but you should come as soon as you can"

You just shrugged stretching yourself out from you legs and back to the tips of your claws and tail. Once you'd stretched you made the way towards the palace. Once you were there you were greeted by both your father and mother . You're immediate thought was Jimmy told on you for sneaking out to see that cute personality from Pixandria. Though your mom smiled and spun you around hugging you tightly

"Happy birthday my shining star! Your father and I thought you deserved something special"

She hands you a box , it's heavy but looking inside it holds a home made outfit with colors from both kingdoms, underneath that sits a photo album, though it's a tad waterlogged all the pictures inside are just fine. Looking through it you can see how much time has been put into it , flowers drawn by Joel on every page , pictures taken by the both of them . Everything.

You started to tear up as you held both gifts close.

"Guys.. you didn't have to do this "*

Joel worriedly took you by the cheeks bringing you down to his height

"Of course we did little star, Y/N you are special to this family very special, and you deserve a lot and we will make sure you understand that"

Jole placed a kiss on your forehead as he let go of your face. Tears slowly started to fall from your face as you sniffled

"I appreciate these really "

"Well, actually we have one more gift for you "

She nudges Joel who pulls out another box this one ornately decorated with shells and leaves. Joel opens the box presenting you with your own crown

" Here you are Y/N, your own crown, we've been waiting to give it to you because you are our legacy, though you have no need to amount to us , you are your own and we want you to continue what be you're doing, you're still a kid "

You sniffle hearing them talk. It warmed your heart, of course you wanted to be like them. Though you knew they both had their own flaws. Your father was insane and your mother surprisingly violent and tricky, but you had your own flaws and that's okay. You wanted to make them proud and that came with time and the study of magic at Gem's school. Though for now you're just fine being their little reminder of the stars.

[pls-let-me-out]

There once was an island near the North-eastern coasts of Italy, where a royal family ruled in harmony. The King was a man in his fifties, and he had three daughters and four sons. Their mother had been dead for sixteen years, as long as the youngest had lived. The youngest is the protagonist of this story, and her name was Maria Emanuela di Angelo. She was young and passionate, and her story begins long before ours, but for the sake of telling, we will simply go on.

She lived the life her father laid our for her, until she was known as the Perfect Princess. She liked it that way, at least until love came in the equation.

Love came easily to Maria. She loved the sun, animals, the color blue, classical music, ballet, singing and her family. When she saw Hades Aidoneus, she loved him.

They met in the King’s room the first time, and Maria was surrounded by her family, her siblings being in line next to her. They’d all been called in by their father, but when they arrived they found a tall, lanky kid looking back at them. Well, he wasn’t a kid. He had to be as old as Maria.

“You are the Greek prince,” Marco, Maria’s oldest brother, said. He wasn’t as diplomatic as their father, and his sentence was met with no answer from Hades.

Angela, the eldest sister, elbowed Marco in the ribs. “That’s rude to say, when his family has been overthrown.”

“Also, that makes him no prince,” Maurizio supplied.

Maria paid her siblings no attention, and her gaze met Hades’. They were both studying each other. Maria blushed as hard as she could, harder than she thought she could.

Maria stepped forward. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said, loud enough that she could be heard over her siblings’ bickering. “I’m Maria.”

A warm hand caressed hers, then a kiss was brushed over her knuckles. “Hades.”

Secret meetings in the garden, in the library, anywhere. Hades was her father’s ward, which once would mean something, but now it only meant he got to live in the palace. It was enough for the two young lovers. Maria cherished every moment they spent together, from the first few weeks, in which they only talked and got to know each other, to the fateful night of May in which they shared a kiss. It was the first time Maria kissed anyone, and she knew he would be her only man.

A year of perfect bliss. Maria sang to Hades quietly, and he told her she was a gift for the whole world. She ran her fingers through his slicked back hair until it turned into a mess. When she returned to her rooms, Maria would fill out pages of lyrics about her love.

On the day of her seventeen birthday, Maria was called into her father’s office.

“What you have in the gardens must stop,” he said. “For I have promised you to another man. The Crown Prince of Belgium. He shall treat you right, and give you everything. What would an overthrown prince ever give you, instead? A broken crown? You are my favorite daughter. You shall have nations at your feet.”

Tears stung Maria’s eyes, and she cried until her voice was hoarse. She tried, but her father wouldn’t budge.

The world stopped and watched as the Perfect Princess ran away from home, her lover’s hand in hers. They listened to the words she had to sing, and they cried with her. She became known as Lady Maria, the princess turned singer, and her lover opened a music label to set her free from whoever might try to chain her down.

She became pregnant two times, and she had a blissful ten years with her love, but at the age of twenty-seven, she died. She left behind a legacy, that turned to dust the day Bianca di Angelo died. All that was left of Lady M was Nico di Angelo.

“You don’t know fuck about my family,” Nico would spit in the face of Will Solace, First Son of America. It was the time of another great love story.

[awritersrejections]

so, I've found myself in the position of explaining ABO to no fewer than three different professors, but still nothing prepared me to explain why me and my girlfriend fell into absolutely helpless laughter when my brother Adam (name matters) showed me the drawing his daughter did as her contribution to our dad, Bernard's, birthday coloring book (long story*)—

Idk what I love most here. The fact my 8-year-old niece has better handwriting than I do? the fact she clearly tried so much harder on the "it's okay to be a GAY man" bit than any of the rest of the writing? The little flag in the corner, as if the overwhelming subtlety of young, gay santa over there didn't clue you in? the goddamn ship name???

Hilarious, all of it, 10/10

So Adam shows me and my gf @acrownforaking the picture. We cackle because, well, I'm the Designated Gay in the family and ofc we're delighted. (To be clear, my dad's birthday also happens to be his 32-year wedding anniversary with my mom, and he is not in any way gay.)

But then Adam goes, "yeah, we don't know why she did this, or what 'adamxbernard' means... I think that she's glad we love each other?"

me and crown, who met through fandom, Mc-Fucking-LoseIt, and then have to quickly cover and be all "oh! yeah! that's totally what that means, yep, no need to google"

At the party everyone thinks it's very dear. My niece spends the whole night preening about how well her page of the birthday coloring book has gone over.

but I just had to share this because. I mean. my partners get it (thank you also to @reblogglelog for letting me lose my mind to you about this the next day <3) but I need More People To See

[lacunasbalustrade]

made by @utterchaios and I thought it’d be a fun tag game! (I’m so sorry if you didn’t want it to be a tag game.)

also, I love open curtains.

tag game, bold what applies, italicise what sometimes does, cross out what never ever applies

types of people - places

library dank chemistry memes, coffee, has a gigantic purse with enough stationery to start a store, "pls stop breathing im trying to study", eats a LOT of candy, curses you in a dead language, carries textbooks literally EVERYWHERE, dark academia, watches harry potter bc nostalgia, takes showers at 3 am while listening to audiobooks. why have pillows when you can have books?, "who folded the corner of this page?, im gonna commit homicide" , the encyclopedia of the group, has like 25 sweaters and one pair of chuck taylors, short hair, most likely the valedictorian. Stranger Things.

art gallery mysterious eyes, leather jackets, hands stained with paints and pigments, " if you open the curtains, i swear to God i will obliterate you", may or may not be a soul-sucking vampire, changes clothes every 2 hours bc" its icky ok?", stares at a painting for hours unless you physically carry them away, would always rush to help you, DIY Michelangelo Plaster sculptures, lost count of their pinterest boards, wants to eat mac and cheese but its 12 am and the fridge is empty,"i have crippling depression", doesnt remember their birthday or anyone elses, likes blueberry cheese cake, reads Dan Brown, owns a reptile. buys you coffee without asking.

the park flower pressings, "i only consume caffeine when i need to", doodles on their shoes just because, wants to have a swing in their backyard, most likely cottage core, plays minecraft on creative mode only, makes pies for everyone, loves sunny days, the optimistic one in the squad, " im made you this flower crown, here!!" , prefers milkshakes, home-cooked meals, has cool colored hair, "i will only come over if we can watch "spirited away" again", you really wanna be their friend, looks like a softie, but will sucker-punch someone to mars if they had to, watches nature documentaries, hand-woven journals, names their plants, likes green tea.

planetarium shiny eyes, sleep is for the weak, the most motivated one, usually quiet in their own thoughts, probably neurodivergent, has a cat or cats, " free food WOOOOOOOOOO" day-1 organization guru, day-2 "where IS my wallet???", wears different socks on each feet, pizza pizza PIZZA, doodles little planets on your arm, productivity who?, will eat anything, f.r.i.e.n.d.s, unlimited vine references, solves a complex equation within 2 minutes, but can't figure out the directions for the nearest fast food, looks at the sky like its their first time, forgets to study, but aces the exam anyway, "why can't movies follow the laws of physics? im calling the cops bc this breach is UNNACCEPTABLE!!!", never sleeps on time bc vsauce rabbithole, the kindest person you'll know.

@melting-morning-blues @thehistorynut19

[melting-morning-blues]

types of people - places

[ made by @utterchaios, reposted from @lacunasbalustrade! ]

tag game, bold what applies, italicise what sometimes does, cross out what never ever applies

library, dank chemistry memes, coffee, has a gigantic purse with enough stationery to start a store, "pls stop breathing im trying to study", eats a LOT of candy, curses you in a dead language, carries textbooks literally EVERYWHERE, dark academia, watches harry potter bc nostalgia, takes showers at 3 am while listening to audiobooks. why have pillows when you can have books?, "who folded the corner of this page?, im gonna commit homicide" , the encyclopedia of the group, has like 25 sweaters and one pair of chuck taylors, short hair, most likely the valedictorian. Stranger Things.

art gallery, mysterious eyes, leather jackets, hands stained with paints and pigments, "if you open the curtains, i swear to God i will obliterate you", may or may not be a soul-sucking vampire, changes clothes every 2 hours bc "its icky ok?", stares at a painting for hours unless you physically carry them away, would always rush to help you, DIY Michelangelo Plaster sculptures, lost count of their pinterest boards, wants to eat mac and cheese but its 12 am and the fridge is empty, "i have crippling depression", doesnt remember their birthday or anyone elses, likes blueberry cheese cake, reads Dan Brown, owns a reptile. buys you coffee without asking.

the park, flower pressings, "i only consume caffeine when i need to", doodles on their shoes just because, wants to have a swing in their backyard, most likely cottage core, plays minecraft on creative mode only, makes pies for everyone, loves sunny days, the optimistic one in the squad, "i made you this flower crown, here!!", prefers milkshakes, home-cooked meals, has cool colored hair, "i will only come over if we can watch 'spirited away' again", you really wanna be their friend, looks like a softie, but will sucker-punch someone to mars if they had to, watches nature documentaries, hand-woven journals, names their plants, likes green tea.

planetarium, shiny eyes, sleep is for the weak, the most motivated one, usually quiet in their own thoughts, probably neurodivergent, has a cat or cats, "free food WOOOOOOOOOO", day-1 organization guru, day-2 "where IS my wallet???", wears different socks on each feet, pizza pizza PIZZA, doodles little planets on your arm, productivity who?, will eat anything, f.r.i.e.n.d.s, unlimited vine references, solves a complex equation within 2 minutes, but can't figure out the directions for the nearest fast food, looks at the sky like its their first time, forgets to study, but aces the exam anyway, "why can't movies follow the laws of physics? im calling the cops bc this breach is UNNACCEPTABLE!!!", never sleeps on time bc vsauce rabbithole, the kindest person you'll know.

[another-life-rp]

❝ Diamant, ❞ Alear began as he approached. Thankfully, the manakete was aware of the particular reason why this day was special, and he considered it part of his duties to acknowledge them to keep morale high. With that said, he had gone out of his way to select a decent gift he thought the Brodian prince would like. Handing him a well-cared for, old-looking history book that looked as though it came from a second-hand bookstore, Alear gave him a smile, ❝ I hope this gift is to your liking. Happy birthday. ❞ Although the appearance of the text wasn't well esteemed, he hoped that the pages would speak their value for themselves—the seller had told him that book was one of a kind.

The surprise coloring Prince Diamant’s face gave way to abashed laughter as he took the gift from the Divine Dragon’s hands. “I am truly humbled, Divine One. You shouldn’t have troubled yourself over my birthday, of all things.”

The tome’s binding was aged but firm beneath the prince’s fingers. Its title was written in a dialect that had fallen into disuse, but that was no deterrent. In fact, a desire was sparked within Diamant to pour through the work and decipher the history recorded on each page. “How intriguing! I haven’t dedicated myself to a book like this since…”

The crown prince traced the faded maroon cover of the book he'd pulled from the library's towering shelves; the memoirs of an avid adventurer who’d journeyed to the farthest corners of Brodia.

In this tranquil corner, the royal family took refuge around a glowing hearth. At the upright piano sat his mother, guiding young Alcryst’s fingers along its keys as they played a familiar melody. His father rested beside him on the sofa, pouring over the latest field reports from the front. The King had elected to attend his paperwork outside the confines of his study that evening; Diamant was exceptionally glad.

Turning eager eyes back to his book, the prince flipped the browned pages open to the introductory passage. After an arduous day of honing his body on the training field, he yearned to escape into the whimsical accounts of the land he called home.

Alas, it was partway through the second chapter that Diamant’s eyelids grew heavy with the day’s labors. As hard as he fought, the fire’s warmth and the piano’s dulcet tones only hastened his surrender. His head tipped sideways to rest upon a sturdy shoulder, and he sank deeper into sleep's embrace as a calloused but gentle hand carded through his hair.

Diamant gazed down at the weathered tome in his hands; its cover blurred in and out of focus. When at last the prince lifted his eyes to Alear, they shone with deep gratitude and something a touch more pained.

"…Thank you, Divine One. This gesture means more than I can say."

[frogprinceus]

@super-kame-love​ said:

More often than one might expect of her, Aina had considered sending Jiraiya a risqué photo of herself. A gift to keep him motivated in more ways than one when he was away. Nothing too explicit--at most, a picture of herself posing suggestively in a short red nightie to emphasize her curves. But she'd always retreat from the idea no sooner than she'd set up the camera. As someone who could just barely tolerate looking at herself in a mirror and sometimes had trouble maintaining eye contact, perhaps this was too much to ask of herself?

It wasn't as if Jiraiya had ever asked that of her to start with. He was just a man who she knew could be best appealed to through the eyes.

For his birthday, she mails a set of gifts that will hopefully get the same point across. A new journal for his ideas with a maroon cover bound together with a red ribbon, with three dried flowers and a photo tucked in its creamy pages. Three camellias. Red, yellow, white--his colors. "In love." "Longing." "Waiting."

The photo is a picture of their bed dressed in a new set of sheets: silk, red trimmed with gold threads. Off to the left is the side table crowned with a bottle of her homemade plum wine and a garnished platter of eel sushi rolls. (Eels are said to be a potent aphrodisiac. Of course, by the time he actually shows up, she'll likely have had to prepare a fresh platter. This is a preview of what's waiting for him.)

____________________

It just so happened that Jiraiya was away from Aina for his birthday this year as well. Unfortunately, he could not return in time. But then her gift found him himself. The journal for his notes was a great gift, his previous one was almost finished. Three camellias of different colors spoke of how Aina missed him and was waiting for him.

The photograph of the bed with new underwear made him wish he could go home. Another photo with her homemade wine and sushi. It was delicious. Too bad she'll be eating this alone. But as soon as he returns, they will definitely catch up for everything.

[leajoyrambles]

It started as a joke. The attic was haunted, we said. It was cursed. We didn’t go there, didn’t sort through the boxes and boxes of photos and books. Not since she died. We would dare each other to go up there, then squeal and giggle like the piglets in the pen as we chickened out.

It started as a joke, but I don’t remember how the joke started.

I guess it started with our uncle, in a way. He didn’t go into the attic, not even with Auntie. Us girls, her little brave ones, we did. But only with her. She said we weren’t allowed to go up there without her until after she died. And then she did.

And we still didn’t go, because our uncle went up there, trembling, telling us to stay put, to get the buttons Auntie wanted to be laid to rest with — keepsakes from her childhood — and after the funeral, he wrote an illegible letter in the middle of the night, in the midst of the heart attack that took him away, too. And no one came for us, for any of us, because we never knew Uncle’s family, and all of Auntie’s was gone.

There were ten of us girls, nine of Uncle’s nieces and me, Auntie’s. The oldest was Cecile, fifteen years old two weeks after the funeral, and the youngest was Loria, twelve and a half. The years passed, all of us living out our lives on the farm, no one else for miles, with only a few of us ever leaving at a time, to trade the flax and wool and wheat we didn’t need for the smoked meat and ivory sewing needles that we did. I was never one of them — I think I was the only one who never left the farm — but I never wanted to be. This was Auntie’s home, the only thing I ever knew of my mother or grandparents or other aunts and uncles by blood. I didn’t even know their names.

Until now.

It’s been ten years. Cecile is married to the whittler, pregnant with her fourth child, all boys so far. Ila is living with a maid, raising two orphan girls. Meda has made a career as a seamstress and never once expressed an interest in romance. Dia and Loria both died of rot fever when it swept through three years ago, and I was the only one who didn’t catch ill.

We grew up. And I’m alone.

So I finally went into the attic, and this was what I found:

Leather-bound books full of cramped, insensible writing, twenty of them written by the same tremulous hand and three written by three others. Three diaries in a language I do not know. There are three wooden crates, two containing a piece of pottery each, broken beyond recognition, and one with an intact clay crown bowl — very ceremonial, and very valuable when made from any material that didn’t decay. It was named not for its shape, which was shallow and wide and perfectly round, but for the intricate design of birds flying in circles around the sides, always done in multiple colors, in order to resemble diamonds catching the light.

A crown bowl is made by those in mourning, filled with things that meant something to the dead, and buried with them. Auntie told us stories about when the queen died and was buried with a crown bowl made of stained glass, which made the light dance as it was carried to her casket, filled with flowers and folded pages from her diary and love letters from her husband.

When Auntie was dying, she asked that I be the one to make her crown bowl, and I did. Every day by her bedside, watching her life force slowly wither away, I made it. It was wooden, carved painstakingly from a river tree, painted with sparrows in red and yellow and white, filled with buttons and blue roses and, by her request, she was cremated and her ashes put into the crown bowl. It took a week for her bones to turn to ash in the low-burning fire on the riverbank, and we placed the crown bowl on the river, to be carried away. How it floated, I still don’t know.

Clay crown bowls are a bad omen, said to entomb the soul within the body. Why anyone would keep one around, I have no idea.

I go through stacks of age-yellowed photos, photos of Auntie’s wedding and all of our birthdays, until I come across an envelope pressed between two sheets of glass. It’s the most expensive preservation method a farmer can afford, and my hands shake as I move the glass and read the inscription — it’s to me, written in that same cramped handwriting as the twenty books, and I realize with a start that it’s Auntie’s handwriting.

The contents of the envelope are, somehow, both unassuming and terrifying. There is a letter, written in that language I do not know, and there is a photograph.

A clean, glossy photograph, black and white and gray, taken here on the farm. A photograph of three girls, identical, not yet ten, standing in a row, holding crown bowls full of a dark liquid. The bowls are clay, I realize, startled. Three identical clay crown bowls that I recognize because they look just like the intact one in that crate.

I’m not exactly superstitious. The crows in flight in the background, thirteen of them, is not something I take to heart. The fact that the girls are identical, which is said to be the mark of demons, does not frighten me. The clay crown bowls are only baffling. Their frightened expressions are all eerily similar, all focused on the camera so that it seems they are staring at me. None of this frightens me, strange as it all is. <p>

No, what frightens me is that I recognize these girls — or, perhaps, one of them. It is younger, perhaps, but it is recognizable nonetheless, that face. <p>

It is the face I see in the mirror.

I remember writing one of those diaries, in a language I once knew. We are learning pottery and weaving turned into we are learning magic and then Mother is acting strange and then, the last passage, and I remember my hand shaking as I wrote: Mother is mad.

It is a strange realization, that in a decade and a half, I have not recalled a memory from before my ninth birthday. But I remember now. I remember standing, tremulous, holding a clay crown bowl, uncertain of my fate. I remember wondering at its contents, thinking, surely, it was ashes mixed with blood, or ink made from half-lung berries, or demon guts. I remember a voice that once murmured lullabies chanting a funeral song over the living.

But Auntie came. Auntie stopped her — killed her — but she was too late.

Too late to stop the pitch-black liquid from seeping over Anora’s skin, turning her to stone. Too late to stop the inky fluid from turning red in Telona’s hands as blood seeped from her pores in a horrible torrent.

And too late, I recall, to save my soul from being severed from my body and flowing into the liquid, which rose up and took a form identical to my living one.

It was a corpse, I realize now, but not a human one.

And now I understand why I never left the farm. Why I could never stand to be amongst humans in any place that was not natural, that was not wild. I understand why Auntie would hide these secrets up here, in a dark and enclosed space, which humans may fear but which a thing like me would merely abhor.

It is a cruel irony, this reversal of roles, that a human should be immortalized in the body of such a creature. I am uncertain, even now, whether the deaths of Anora and Telona were the accidents, or if my half-survival was the mistake. My life force, I know, is anchored to that crown bowl — the only one of three still intact — and that means that my body can never stray far.

An undead changeling, after all, is exactly the kind of abomination that would be bound to its own grave.

“May I have your name?” I whisper, and the words taste sweet, as though they were always meant to be there, just as air is meant for my lungs and blood for my veins.

But is it? When did my lungs last ache? Have I ever checked to see if my heart was beating? Do I even have a heart or lungs at all? This body is an imitation of humanity, and yet I cannot imagine taking another form. Was it the magic that bound the changeling corpse to this form, or was it my human mind? My hands remain as they are, calloused and stained with pale scars, as I pick up the crown bowl.

I can feel my humanity slipping further away. The birds have fallen silent in the trees. A spider scuttles through a crack in the wood, suddenly terrified.

I may be an abomination, but I refuse to be a monster.

I raise the crown bowl high above my head. My arms tremble, but I’ll not have to hold it for long.

The attic was haunted, we said.

Text: I find the photos in an envelope, mono-color, clearly taken here on the farm. Three identical girls stand side by side, looking terrified, each holding a bowl of black water. 

[kingjain]

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[gigslist]

Symbolism Of Pearls In Art

This is part of a series that will be on the new GigsList. It’s a whole book’s worth of research and coded art history.

Symbolism Of Pearls In Art

"There have been two pearls that were the largest in the whole of history; both were owned by Cleopatra, the last of the Queens of Egypt. They had come down to her through the hands of the Kings of the East....In accordance with previous instructions the servants placed in front of her only a single vessel containing vinegar, the strong rough quality of which can melt pearls. She was at the moment wearing in her ears that remarkable and truly unique work of nature. Antony was full of curiosity to see what in the world she was going to do. She took one earring off and dropped the pearl in the vinegar, and when it was melted swallowed it....With this goes the story that, when that queen who had won on this important issue was captured, the second of this pair of pearls was cut in two pieces, so that half a helping of the jewel might be in each of the ears of Venus in the Pantheon at Rome." Pliny, Natural History (IX.59.119-121; also Macrobius, Saturnalia, III.17.14-17

Madonna Surrounded by Seraphim and Cherubim by Jean Fouquet

What pops out is that the color of the Madonna and infant’s skin is the same luminous off-white as the pearls on the Madonna’s crown and throne. Her left breast is as round and luminous as a perfect pearl. According to the pearls, crown, rubies and ermine cloak the Madonna is a coronated monarch. A high queen or empress. The infant is pointing to her ermine clock, emphasizing that she is a coronated royal. Young royal women today are given pearls on their 16th birthday and their “coming out into society” at age 21. Pearls have always been a symbol of Mary Magdalene but also of one of her Grail ancestors. Venus, but that is another story.

The main colors of the painting are red, white, and blue, the colors of the French flag. Around her waist is a rope woven in Celtic knots. The Gaulish King Vercingetorix, during his 6 year imprisonment, had regular meetings with Julius Caesar. They became friends and Julius Ceazar came to respect the Celts and their Druids, but not their practice of human Sometime after his release, or escape, Vercingetorix looked after the son of Jesus, when the Holy Family escaped to France.

“Pearls have been used as adornment for centuries, at least as far back as ancient Greece, where they believed pearls were the tears of the gods. The oldest known pearl jewelry was discovered in the sarcophagus of a Persian princess who died in 520 BC. Because natural pearls were very rare throughout history, only the richest nobles could afford them. During the Byzantine Empire, rules dictated that only the emperor was allowed to wear these treasured gemstones. Ancient Egyptians were often buried with their prized pearls.” https://www.americangemsociety.org/page/pearlhistory

Museum Commentary

“Jean Fouquet’s Madonna Surrounded by Seraphim and Cherubim looks remarkably modern. Yet the French court painter Jean Fouquet painted it in the middle of the 15th century. The work was commissioned by Etienne Chevalier, treasurer to King Charles VII of France. Fouquet presents the Virgin Mary as the Queen of Heaven, the exalted mother of God. The unusual, intense use of colour and bold representation make the painting fascinating. Nine angels throng around her. The three blue cherubim represent purity and air, the six red seraphim love and fire. Mary is dressed in the aristocratic style of the 15th century. Her cloak and crown emphasize her eminence. The cinched waist accentuates her full, bare breast, which lends an almost erotic touch to the painting. Fouquet broke with tradition to paint the Madonna as a sensual and fashionable woman. Characteristic features are the glassy detachment and absent gaze he gave his figures. The child on her lap seems totally uninterested in her breast, and Mary is not really encouraging him to suckle.The red and blue angels in Madonna Surrounded by Seraphim and Cherubim are typical of Italian painting in the 14th and 15th centuries. In other words, their colour is not an ‘invention’ of the artist himself but an established mode of representation for the time. Blue and red were also the colours of the Paris municipal arms, while white represented royalty. What’s more, Mary wears a cloak made of ermine – the royal fur – above her dress. The work also has a political dimension, therefore, as a glorification of France and its monarchs.” https://www.kmska.be/en/collection/artworks/madonna-surrounded-by-seraphim-and-

[astridbeckett]

.*･｡ﾟ ━ ( daisy ridley / cis female / she/her ) i think i just saw ASTRID BECKETT on the subway. the 29 year old EVENT PLANNER has been living on cornelia street for THREE YEARS. astrid’s friends know her to be determined, compassionate, and imaginative, but she has a reputation on cornelia street for being obsessive, stubborn, and a perfectionist. when i see astrid, i can’t help but think of strings of fairy lights, sticky notes everywhere, never a stray strand of hair out of place, faint laughter lines adorning tired eyes, and the clinking of champagne flutes ! in fact , i sometimes i think i hear NEW YEAR’S DAY when i see her walk by.

THE BASICS

Full name: Astrid Fey Beckett

DOB: October 26

Zodiac: Scorpio Sun, Cancer Moon, Aquarius Rising

From Burlington, VT

SO, YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW ASTRID...

Astrid was an only child for the first 3 years of her life. Then, along came Iris. She'll be the first to admit she wasn't thrilled about having a baby sister, but once Iris was actually around, Astrid loved her. It was like having a Baby Alive doll but even better!

The girls got closer as they grew older, Astrid preparing Iris for milestone moments in advance so they wouldn't be scary. Astrid leaving Vermont to attend college in New York was the first time in a long time that she'd ever been apart from her sister for an extended period, so she made an effort to call weekly and text constantly.

While in college, Astrid picked up a job at the campus library, mostly assisting with check-outs, booking study rooms, preparing meeting rooms, and re-shelving books.

After graduation, she transferred to an assistan librarian job with the public library system, thanks to a letter of recommendation from her former supervisor.

This bitch loves organization and solid schedules. She may need sticky note and/or phone reminders sometimes, but overall, she has her shit together.

I'LL BE CLEANIN UP BOTTLES WITH YOU ON NEW YEAR'S DAY

Welcome to Astrid's life on Cornelia Street.

After tiring of her normal routine, she transferred yet again to a new library branch, this time in Greenwich Village. Most of her friends at the time were either library patrons, former co-workers, or college friends who moved miles away.

New towns are an opportunity for new friends, right? Astrid had always been somewhat of a social butterfly, but her schedule didn't allow for much socialization outside of after-work drinks and weekend get-togethers.

Who would have guessed a New Years party would change Astrid's life? Read all about it here. New best friend and platonic soulmate, new living situation (hello, roommate!), an entire career change, etc — all because she cleaned up the remnants of the party with a stranger the morning after. Honestly, though, she couldn't be happier.

Since quitting her 9-5 and starting her new job as an event planner with [MUSE B], they've coordinated quite a few beautiful weddings. Is it a little obsessive to start planning the New Year's parties in October? Maybe, but it's one of her favorite ways to spend her birthday and it ensures her clients the best experience possible.

MISC. / OTHER

Find Astrid's stats page here.

Astrid is bisexual & biromantic.

She has a collection of flower crowns in a basket at the top of her closet that she's purchased at renaissance festivals, which she attends every year.

This bitch loves fairy lights, and has strings of them throughout her bedroom. They're also one of her favorite decoration requests from brides.

Her favorite colors are purple, rose gold, and sky blue.

Flower preferences: wisteria, baby's breath, lavender, hyacinths.

Unfortunately, all of her favorite flowers are not pet-friendly, so she's given up her dream of being a cat mom.

She collects crystals & her favorite is currently amethyst.

about the mun

hi! i'm gianna (27, she/they) and i reside in the hell state that is florida in the EST timezone. i'm open to all kinds of plots, so please feel free to message me here or on discord at any time! i also write aurora 'rory' thorne who is muse a in the anti-hero skeleton. 💛

[levymcgarden55]

I’ve felt very similarly, so I made this list where I can roll 2d100 and combine the two options into an art prompt. Here’s the list

Art table

An interesting & dynamic pose

Inanimate object / large prop (flowers, fruit)

Odd angle / foreshortening

Fake game screenshot (gacha summon / attack, anime, dating sim)

Fake phone screenshot (in the camera app, text convo with a picture sent, discord messages while in video chat)

Ad, magazine cover, poster, album cover

Post card, mural, stained glass, polaroid

Blurry candid

In the middle of a battle

Making a weird face / expressing big emotions

Turned away from the camera

Merch (plushie, ice cream bar, drink, action figure, packaging for their fav food)

In a historical style (art nouveau, Picasso, the scream, a moment from a character’s backstory with someone looking on in horror like the pope @ Jesus’s crucifixion)

In a video game’s style (hades, animal crossing, pokemon)

In a show’s style (ghibli, Steven universe, gravity falls, adventure time)m, muppets)

In a graphic novel/comic book style (Emily the strange, Scott pilgrim, jojo)

In another artist’s style 

Use a color palette (consider a blind palette, which is setting your graphic settings to grayscale, picking out a palette & not turning color back on until the art’s done)

As a playing card / tarot card

Reflection as a focal point

Cover the eyes

Pride art

Clothes fit for the weather (hot, cold, wet - swimsuit, crop top + shorts, all bundled up, rain coat)

Doing a seasonal activity (jumping in leaves, making gingerbread house, Halloween costume, birthday cake, etc)

Doing exercise in appropriate clothes

Pinup (pole dance pose, something vintage like Hilda)

Background focus

2+ characters

Genre swap (fantasy, sci fi, cyberpunk)

Add accessories (bows, bracelets, ties, earrings, necklaces/chokers/collar, hair clips, rings)

Doing a thing you do (brushing teeth, reading a book, making art, eating food on a couch)

Doing self care (painting nails, putting on lotion, brushing hair, etc)

With accessibility aids (putting in earplugs, big sunglasses, stim toys)

Eating with a focus on the food (meal or just a snack)

Drinking (boba, galaxy shake, water bottle)

Sucking on candy, chewing gum

Doing something exceptionally cozy

Doing a chore / errands like shopping

Sketch page

In an aesthetic outfit (lovecore, pastel goth, steampunk, etc)

Silly stock photo poses

Emphasis on hands

Partial background

Meme (lofi girl, cat, this is how you talk to a short person, tbh/btw creature, whatever’s popular)

Different lighting than normal (sunset, countershading, harsh, dark but lit by screen or a cracked door)

As a maid cafe worker / e-girl 

As an idol / magical girl

Playing video games / listening to music with chunky headphones

What’s in their pockets

Get weird & experimental with it

Different line style than normal (thick, colored, lineless, heavily weighted)

Emotions practice! Look up expression memes

Animation (simple or complex)

Kissing / holding hands 

Cuddling / hugging

Windy (consider dynamic fabric like a scarf)

Gesture drawings

In a bottle / pocket

Gleefully dancing / splashing

Wearing flower crown & necklace

Age up / down

As a constellation 

The smallest you can draw them

The absolute wettest poor little meow meow

In clothes/looks/personality that are the opposite of their style

With song lyrics

Fantasy race / gender swap (demon, merfolk, genasi) 

Different shading style (harsh blacks, textured shadows, minimal, cross hatch)

Different vibe than normal (dreamy, creepy)

Interesting POV (inside of fridge, looking through window)

Doing a sport or similar physical activity (snow/skate boarding, tennis, soccer)

No references!!

Redesign them with a different aspect of their character at the forefront (ie a siren designed less like a mermaid and more like an opera singer)

Leave it at a different level of completion than normal (ie just a sketch, keeping something purposefully unshaded)

Change up shading styles partway through 

Different media than normal (watercolors, pixel art, etc)

Pick up an old WIP

Do it the most self indulgent way possible

Liquid of some kind (tears, oil slick, rain, bathing, blood, potion, in a soup pot)

Time (looking at a watch, a spread of them growing up, looking out of a clock tower)

Sleep (sleeping in someone’s arms, in bed and sleepless)

In a slutty little outfit / completely covered up

In clothes that are not fit for the weather 

Making something physical with their hands, preferably art (sculpting something small, throwing pottery, knitting)

Doing an everyday unglamorous chore (mopping up a spill, cleaning dishes, taking out the trash, walking to work, feeding a pet)

Failing to do the other thing you rolled (if this truly doesn’t make sense just reroll)

Sick (in bed, recovering from surgery, taking care of a sick person)

Plants (watering a garden, planing a sapling, playing they love me they love me not, presenting a bouquet)

Find a weird clothing article or accessory online. Design a character outfit around it

Class swap - physical (explorer, barbarian, knight, pugilist, swashbuckler, samurai, grappler, drunken monk, shifter, gladiator)

Class swap - physical 2 (dancer, rogue, gunslinger, ranger, assassin, inquisitor, skald, beast master)

Class swap - magical (necromancer, wizard, prophet, warlock, witch, sorcerer, cleric, psychic) 

Class swap - magical 2 (paladin, elemental mage, summoner, spellblade, illusionist, druid, bard, gun mage, arcane rogue)

Class swap - sidelines (strategist, cook, hacker, merchant, pilot/driver, tinkerer, alchemist, medic, trapper, messenger)

Class swap - sidelines 2 (scholar, jester, gambler, detective/spy, scout, minstrel, tracker/navigator, negotiator/character face, noble, communications officer, captain)

In fancy clothes

Wearing a costume / disguise

Doing whatever they do best

Pour in the symbolism (sun/moon, angel/demon, king/knight, etc)

As a monster (zombie, werewolf, vampire, dragon)

I feel like a huge reason my art has felt so stagnant in 2023 for the most part is well. For one it’s megadepression obviously. But two, i feel like my work lacks spontaneity. I feel like i left things up to chance or iterated on ideas more freely in earlier years. I feel stiff as a board sometimes these days, i need to work on physical paper again. Get that flow back.

[zhongrin]

◇ a/n ◇ @thestarsofenkanomiya happy birthday haku!! 'tis but a small little present but i hope it brought you just a little bit of joy &lt;3

oh, and here's a handy tool if you need it!

◇ characters ◇ albedo, heizou, ??? (cyoa style)

◇ tags ◇ fluff

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

the morning sun rouses you from sleep, and the birds outside the window insistently chirp as you struggle to gather your consciousness. with a stretch and a sigh, you rub the sleep out of your eyes before glancing lazily at your side table.

.... hmm?

you squint and examine the foreign object that was definitely not there before you went to bed last night.

curious and intrigued, you reach out to take the item, which is…

▷ 𝑖. a thin rectangular package wrapped in brown paper, sealed with a star sticker. ▷ 𝑖𝑖. a simple envelope sealed with a maroon-colored wax stamp. ▷ 𝑖𝑖𝑖. a medium-sized, bulky package in black, with a somewhat familiar crest on it.

▶ 𝑖. a thin rectangular package wrapped in brown paper, sealed with a star sticker.

To my dearest [name],

Thank you for being born and for coming into my life.

I hope that was not too straightforward. I truly wish I can be with you on this very special day, but alas, my responsibility as the Knights of Favonius’ Chief of Alchemist had to intrude at the most inopportune time. Rest assured, however, that I have scheduled the rest of my afternoon and evening off, so I will be by your side soon enough.

In the meantime, I believe Klee will be wanting to spend some time with you. Please refrain from getting into too much trouble. We would not want to have you locked in the timeout room along with Klee on your birthday. I believe she mentioned she wanted to make flower crowns with you, along with some ‘secret project’ she refused to tell me. I have a feeling she wants to tap into her artistic skill to create a little something for you.

They say siblings think alike. I believe the saying must be close to the truth.

My gift to you is enclosed in this envelope. As you can tell at a glance, it’s a sketchbook. But it is not just a new sketchbook for you, my dearest. You should be able to see that it looks used. And if you flip through the pages you will see that they’re filled with my sketches for the past year.

I know you have been studying watercolor painting for some time now, and as I have repeatedly stated, I am quite enamored by your works. Thus, I would like to offer a collaboration. Will you peruse the sketchbook and paint over my sketches? I’m looking forward to seeing the beautiful works that sprout from your beautiful hands.

Happy birthday, my starlight. May your loveliness stay eternal - and while the notion of me making a wish here might not be an appropriate birthday tradition, please indulge my selfish desire (as you always so kindly do):

𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 (𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔) 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆.

Will you help me fulfill my wish, as i swear to do my very best to do the same with yours?

Your stardust, Albedo Kreideprinz.

▶ 𝑖𝑖. a simple envelope sealed with a maroon-colored wax stamp.

Hey partner!

Not much time to write so I’ll get straight to the point: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

I’m sending you the greatest present of all, which should arrive in the afternoon at the day of your birthday! Hmm? What’s the present, you ask? Well…

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜: c2hpa2Fub2luIGhlaXpvdQ==

Haha, it’s not fun to just get the answer straightaway, right? Now, I hope you managed to solve the puzzle before it arrives! I wonder how you’ll react when you see it… Ah, I can only wish I can see your expression directly ;)

Heizou 🔎

▶ 𝑖𝑖𝑖. a medium-sized, bulky package in black, with a somewhat familiar crest on it.

Pet ー

I have a new and very special 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 waiting for you today. Wear what I sent you. You know where to find me.

Don’t be late, now. Or else.

ー 𝕯

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[buckys-little-belle]

Do you thing Bub and Bug would have play dates together once they get settled into their relationships with Steve and Bucky? Maybe Bug would show Bub a bunch of cool facts about bugs and flowers and Bub would color pictures and make flower crowns for Bug? They’re just so cute and sweet that my brain just supplies nothing but fluffy thoughts for them. I love them so much 🥹

I’m just going to do a few head-cannons for now, because I do want to write a full fic of this when the right time comes!

Bub definitely brings a bunch of her colouring books, the original my little pony one, and a few new ones Bucky got her. She gives a page to Bug and he immediately starts listing off the different plant names and facts of the ones on his page. Getting a crayon that’s “Fern Green” and going on a little rant about the different ferns and how “Fern Green” is too broad a term for one shade of green.

Bug and Steve definitely bring a set of matching Pins for everyone, maybe a pin representing both Bucky and Steve, the shield in the colour way of Bucky’s new arm. (Black and Gold.) Bub putting the pin on her backpack, starting a collection of pins Bug gives her.

When Buck and Steve take the two littles to the park, it’s of course a crazy adventure, Bug running off to pick some wild flowers, Bub finding the swings immediately. Steve begins to get frustrated at Bug for picking flowers for no reason, but Bub steps in immediately. Pulling out all summer camp/craft skills she has. Creating flower crowns for the two of them. The two crowns as close to matching as possible.

The two littles definitely play dolls, both of them playing different storylines at the same time. Bug’s doll owns a museum/library, and talks in a botched british accent, because “The owl in animal crossing looks British Stevie, so I’m British too.” Bub playing ‘store’ instead, selling fake plants, and every doll shoe she can get her hands on. The two of them fighting over footwear, Bub insisting money, while Bug explains capitalism as best he can.

Bub and Bug definitely like different movies, though they both agree on the movie ‘Epic’, it has enough greenery for Bub, and enough adventure for Bug, the two of them holding each other close when it get’s scary, hiding behind pillows and each other when needed.

Sleepovers definitely also happen, the two are inseparable, sleeping side by side in the same bed, sharing stuffies and silly stories about their caregivers. Steve and Bucky sitting downstairs enjoying their quite time as their littles get up to no good on their own upstairs. Their super soldier hearing coming in handy when things go wrong.

Bub definitely makes her and Bug friendship bracelets, the beads random, but each one picked for a reason, whether it be the colour, shape, size, or sparkle level, it was chosen for a reason. The two of them definitely always wear them, never taking them off, except for in bath-time, because Bub didn’t take hers off once and it fell off, the bath filled with bubbles and her and Bucky unable to find it. She was so scared it would go down the drain, which it almost did, so she made Bug pinky promise to never wear his in the bath.

They definitely convince Bucky and Steve to buy silly things all the time. New juice box flavours, fun gummy snacks, random toys on the ends of aisles, everything, and they have such cute faces, how could Bucky and Steve say no?

Bug and Bub always get each other socks for their birthdays and christmas, they save up their own money and head to the stores, buying a fun pair of socks each time, always getting the colour and print right somehow. They just know their best friend well, always picking the right thing.

They also share toys like crazy, to the point Bucky and Steve have to put labels on the toys so they know who’s is who’s. Bug ended up with an entire collection of Littlest Pet Shops he didn’t have before, and Bug ended up having an entire set of lego star wars figures, something she also didn’t have before.

Basically they are two peas in a pod, and two menaces in the Avengers inner circle. The two of them together was basically a caution sign, in the best way possible.